There are no little falls of rain
Nor the promise of soft rains to come
Instead the downpour
Rushes earthward through the night
The thirsty desert
Stricken by drought
And its own arid nature
Cannot contain the bounty
Instead, the waters rise
Transforming the desert sands
Into a flood plain
Nature shows her teeth:
A ferocity unexpected
As people bemoan traffic
Inconvenience
Frizzy hair
Beneath the sky’s spectacular force
We lose ourselves
In the rushing of the day
Forgetting to dance
For the rain – Caroline A. Slee