For more than a year
It has been unreasonably dry,
the skies refusing to cloud,
the rain staying away from us
Like an ex-girlfriend angry
over some perceived slight.
We walk the streets of bone
muttering about how long
it has been since the skies opened
and we were pelted with beautiful rain.
Today, when I awoke, the sky
was a blessed gray, the clouds
hanging low and heavy, the smell
of moisture in the air.
And everyone I saw
walked smiling, hoping.
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