a muggy chaotic sky forms
and threatens rain,
. . . we wait . . .
on rain we need or
just want,
rain which remains above us,
trapped,
in refusing clouds . . .
. . . we wait . . .
then it teases
with a thousand sprinkles
spotting steaming pavement
and bone-dry dirt with polka dots
that change into tiny puffs of
earthy perfume. They rise
with our wishes . . .
then the droplets grow,
multiply, fall and fill
streets and earth,
curbs of thirsty life, and us . . .
with reprieve.
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