Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Summer Rain

We watched grass burn brown in the sun
And waited for the rain to come.
For weeks we watched for days
Clouds pass by but never stay.
Beneath the grass the earth skin cracked
Like dry and dusty desert lips.
When finally fell the healing rain
It washed away the burning pain
Of sun scorched land and skin
The grit from blood shot eyes.
Red skin cooled its way to brown
Green crept back along the ground.
We laid aside our shady hats
and turned our faces to the sky
Left behind our icy drinks,
sat and watched the day's light shrink.