August 5, 2011

The promise of rain once again 
broken.  I am a pouting child.
I want to walk in a downpour turning
my face up to feel the drops bursting 
on my hot eyelids.  I want to watch
the creek rush tumbling reckless 
shoving rock and branch.  I want 
my hair wet and dripping over 
my face my skin singing the almost 
lost tunes of waterfalling abundance 
once more and once more again.
I want I want I want.