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.