I Wait for Rain

I wait for rain as if it were a guest
invited to my home to share the best
provisions from my cabinet and mind,
as if it were the company I find
most likely to remind me that I’m blessed.

I’ve always wanted rain more than the rest
of weather, whether happy or distressed,
in any season and of any kind.
I wait for rain.

And now that we’re by climate change oppressed,
with drought and ashes blanketing the West,
with wisdom mute and politicians blind,
I check the news and windows for a sign
that loaded clouds have gathered and progressed.
I wait for rain.

(Rondeau)

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