In Search of Rain
Apr 10, 2023
Summer is death.
Petrichor has faded
and where there should be
clouds heavy with pain
and poems,
a bright red impostor
spreads a false happiness.
Hush now, listen to me
I am a breath away from evaporation.
You might turn away
and I might cease to be.
Settle down, just listen to me.
Rain! Rain! Come today!
Don’t heed them
when they tell you to go away.
For me, there isn’t another day
All there is, is today.
As the little children play
assault me with your violence,
sing the lullaby
we know so well
in melancholic rhythm
and nourish my soul
with the pain of a thousand rivers
as they long for the sea.
