Waiting for the rain

Waiting for the rain

The waters bringing

Like back to cindered

Lands, hope back to

Senses, ashed hearts

Flushing the world of

Detritus and lack and

Loss.

Watching the dark sky

Build in the west,

The spitter spatter

Droplets feinting all

Downpours yet to

Come.

These times, this waiting,

Writhing, writing,

Baiting. Indulgent

Lacklustre in its

Aching, such times

Won't leave us until

They do their plunging

Work, the drowning,

Their dissolving their

Rebirthing.