A Dent in the Drought
Posted on August 17th, 2004 in All, Poems
The clock’s ticking; crickets singing
Monsoon rains are outside
eating August away.
Rivers flow down streets.
The town at night illuminates
cloud systems in dark purple and pink.
There are no stars out.
Dense humidity smells up the house,
making everything unbearable,
sleepless, hot.
Lightning slams the earth
scaring neighborhood dogs,
whining and pawing
at midnight doors.
August 26th, 2004 8:04 pm
Hmm… I remember those summer storms like yesterday.