The clock’s ticking; crickets singing
Monsoon rains are outside
eating August away.
Rivers flow down streets.
The town at night illuminates
cloud systems in dark purple and pink.
There are no stars out.
Dense humidity smells up the house,
making everything unbearable,
Lightning slams the earth
scaring neighborhood dogs,
whining and pawing
at midnight doors.
1 thought on “A Dent in the Drought”
Hmm… I remember those summer storms like yesterday.