4AM Rain
I woke the night it finally rained With a desire to take myself outside and lie down Among all the broken spines of estranged grass Baked dry by this new breed of summer sun And with my parched mind Bleached blank and curling at the edges To be a part of this great soaking-up I understand now that this is what I have been waiting for The wet air, the need to dig both hands deep into the ground And feel the earth-soil reviving Under nails and nesting palms, in the pulsing of my veins I will grow roots that spread beneath all these rolling hills Map the rivulets that the water makes of the ground For even as the thunder flashes, across a sky of churning clouds This is where I feel the safest Lying here, under summer rainFeatured image legacy
