Waiting For The Rain

A poem to no one
Well, maybe myself
And those
Who might take notice
For one reason or another

The sun is hot
Walking is an effort
Dreaming comes easy
I imagine it is raining
Or at least cloudy

The wind is pleasant
Cooling, though it is warm
With eyes closed
Imagine I’m flying
To a cooler place

The shade is a delight
A generous gift of the trees
The grass is cool beneath the limbs
I lie down
Imagine I’m in a cool forest

The sun
Give and take
Life reaches out green
Then falls away brown
Waiting for the rain

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