Rain Cometh

It’s coming down hard

After two weeks of dry scraping weather where

Grass turned to wheat stalks

Flowers toppled with thirst and

Even the weeds looked bad.

Today rain daps and ripples the lake

Plays fast taps on the porch roof

This storm

Started down south as a hurricane

Ran out of gas here

Stalled by the mountains and trees

Now just

Soaking into the ground

Making the grass turn from brown

To green

Like a fucking miracle.

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