You are a sneaky one, Rain.
You only stopped by for a short ‘hello’ several weeks ago.
I’ve begged you to come back and visit for a couple of days.
The wind travels by on occasion, but the clouds don’t come along.
Wind’s breath is warm, not cool and soothing, like you, Rain.
You know what you did, Rain, that was so sneaky.
You had the nerve to show up in the middle of the night.
I didn’t get to listen to what you had to say.
I woke to find the pavement darkened by your moisture,
your droplets on the leaves and yellowed lawns.
You must not have stayed very long.
The skies were clear when I settled in for slumber.
The next morning, in the distance,
I saw the clouds you hitched a ride on,
without even a wave goodbye.
Your visit so short,
didn’t dent this record breaking March heat.
Six weeks since I’ve seen you.
How will I stop my yearning?