why are you living today?
and if that doesn’t bring
you rain then why are you
looking up at all?
will the glare that you
catch every time
going up the hill to work
get you tomorrow too?
and when it does
when it does
will you look up
and will it finally rain?
i surely do see clouds
but in my years i’ve come
to not expect anything at all
—
it didn’t rain on the
president
or you
yesterday
i suppose it never will
and in the name of the
great drought
i pray
amen.
I’m not even sure why – maybe I am – but something about the refrain of raining, gets me. Like the momentary hush, when all the world stops, right before the skies break open.