The Storm - Jan. 16, 2025

it blows against us from the west

as we walk   bullying clouds

whipping raindrops that sting

some watch it like you would

a drifter in the neighborhood  

walking weird   threatening

hoping he passes quickly

says a lot about misplaced fear  

of want over need

of sunshine over a downpour

this portent of rain as it battles

to bring us relief while fighting

our desire to not ruin the day

when it departs with a final gust

I’ll admit I am one of those

relieved fools cheering a blue

sky to sweep away all obstacles   

let the sun be victorious once again

when I smile I know it’s a parched

smile    lips cracked and withered

and drawing water into a glass

why would I notice that it fills

a little slower than the day before