Sunday, July 19, 2015

Summer rain


The branches were bent by
Heavy leaves and the rain
Bending them further.  I looked
Down to see their path:
The ground wet, the grass
Sparse from a desiccated
Year, and there was even

Less to see if one looked
Up, the sky being heavily
Burdened with rain.  I should
Have seen this coming, and did
In a hypothetical way, not
Just the being borne down
But the needing to see

Matters yet to be explored.
The rain will become lighter,
The darkness lift.  It is
Counter-intuitive to strive
Against the sun.  Scorching will 
Come despite my resistance. 
My days will all be dry.

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