If the rain comes
and does not dry
in the thirsty air
before it meets earth
like fingers teasing
a near caress
I will meet it
worshiping the bringer
my skin drinking
what touches me
I dream of water
flattening my hair
to question marks on my neck
yearn for it like a lover
my stone staircase
again a waterfall
and the fruit
drying on the vine
past reviving
pressed to earth
a rainy day
is not bad weather
water
is
everything
Susan Daniels Poetry 
I love the observation of little details in this (flattening hair into questions marks, the stone staircase a waterfall again) – they really convey that sense of yearning. Very successful.
Incidentally, we’ve got your rain over here in the British Isles. Please come and get it!
oh, please put it in a box, I will pay the postage! And, John, thank you!
very nice….that second stanza is great image:)
Thank you, Don!
the yearning for rain, for its water and its wetness is so beautifully conveyed!
“I will meet it
worshiping the bringer
my skin drinking
what touches me” – nice!
Thank you very much, Noel. Yearning for water/rain is not something we do very often in my neck of the woods–it is an important lesson for me 🙂
Like, and so true. And it created an earworm, gots to here it now.
Oh, sorry–which song?
so beautiful. images just capture me. and so true!
thanks–glad the worst is over.