Sunday, 9 December 2012

253. The Promise of Rain

The dark clouds touch the edge of the horizon,
inland, on the other side of the hills,
and we're shocked to see the streaks
of a downpour in the distance.

The weather forecast has been calling for rain,
but we haven't dared believe it

The air fills with moisture,
the smell of damp dirt elsewhere,
the excitement of the first rain
in five months, 29 days.

The sun still burns hot,
turning our skin pink in little time,
but we have hope now
that this place will seem a bit more humane
with a little bit of rain.

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