Rain that was promised,
but never fell—
Instead: muggy air,
clouds thick as clotted
cream. Only if you
close your eyes
do crickets sound
like passing showers.
In response to small stone (163).
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Rain that was promised,
but never fell—
Instead: muggy air,
clouds thick as clotted
cream. Only if you
close your eyes
do crickets sound
like passing showers.
In response to small stone (163).