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


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


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