Poetic Blooming Rain

 

Thirsty for Rain

 

When the rain falls on our metal roof,

it takes a moment of listening. Is that rain?

Maybe it will clear the smoke from the sky.

Maybe it will put some of the nearby fires out.

Maybe the farmer’s crops won’t be so bad.

Maybe it will wash the dust off my car.

Maybe I can take a refreshing walk in the rain.

I put on my shoes ready to go out. It stops.

That’s what it’s like in southwest Colorado.