A comfy fall-feel day after a stretch of hot dry weather. We are officially in a drought here in central Wisconsin. This poem could not be suppressed as I could feel nature trying to hard to rain for us. Pictured here is my rain kissed rain gauge back dropped by drooping sunflowers and early turning trees. We got a scant couple of tenths after I wrote this poem. Hoping for more soon.
It is trying to rain
It is trying to rain
Trees waving for attention
Skies puckered up dim-white and low
A mist lets loose
A drifting slant as it fades down
Then a spitting burst of near drizzle
quickly peters back to mist
Thirsty crops
Cob tongues hanging out
to catch any moisture
enough to wet the whistle
Skies brighten
a high happy white
trees confetti down leaves of gratitude
the earth still dry yet hopeful
rain gauge barely registers .02
but the air feels cool-damp
It’s enough for now.
CreatetheDawn 