Rain is kin to resurrection
when you can read
the agony of short-lived things,
and drought coats even trees with dust.
When you can read
the cracked palm of familiar earth
and drought coats even trees with dust,
your body’s scenting for a storm.
The cracked palm of familiar earth
begs for easing.
Your body’s scenting for a storm;
you will the blue clouds down.
Beg for easing
the agony of short-lived things;
will the blue clouds down,
for rain’s akin to resurrection.
Great poem. I loved the phrases you choose.
Thank you, Cindy!