With the dawn
Was thunder,
And wind gusts enough
To snap a willow
In the creek-

But there was no rain.

And midmorning
The sky darkened,
And sputtering flashes
Stabbed the withered earth
The lights flickered out--

But no soothing rain.

By noon the sun
Burned bright,
The day a-swelter
With heavy moist
Clinging heat--

And still no rain.

She would not loose
Her blast and grasp;
Holding us yet
In continued dearth
From an even prickly June

Without rain.

But with the sunset
Black clouds lumbered,
Dust drops splashed
And freshness whisked
The sun away--

Yet summer reigns.

11/25/2001

Posted on 11/25/2001
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