more on the drought


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



About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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10 Responses to more on the drought

  1. John Stevens says:

    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!

  2. doncarroll says:

    very nice….that second stanza is great image:)

  3. 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!

  4. nelle says:

    Like, and so true. And it created an earworm, gots to here it now.

  5. Rhonda says:

    so beautiful. images just capture me. and so true!

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