drycrikjournal

After the lightning

igniting fires, after the storm,

a new day dawns

with hope

and a hint of change

from the blistering summer heat

with the equinox knocking

at the door, I think

of all the jobs earmarked

for years—our growing list

of work we’ve saved

for rainy days.

The prognosticators

are unusually quiet,

don’t dare say

when to expect a rain.

I keep adding to a list

that will outlive me.