Rain from the Sun

This is a poem I wrote in my twenties at the peak of my frustration with not being able to change the unchangeable.

RAIN FROM THE SUN

Beneath the sun, with arms outstretched
Think of me not as some poor, lonely wretch
Palms up to the sky
Burn on my skin
Praying for thunder
For rain to begin
Yearning for breakthrough
Water’s sweet fall
Pleading for moisture
Where there’s been none at all
Not one drop escapes from the sky
Just shimmering mirages that grasp at the eye
Toes in the sand
Scorpions crawl
Cacti and cottonwood grow sharp and tall.
They watch me spin in this endless dance
Drilling a hole in the sandy expanse
Deeper and deeper
Till sand fills each ear
And burns tender lips
And soaks up each tear.
The tortoise, he passes in lumbering retreat
Out of the sun, away from the heat
With glance of dark eye
And flick of gray tongue,
He knows not to ask for rain from the sun.



Copyright Hope A. Horner, 2013. Use with permission only. Contact author at hopeh1122 at gmail. Follow on Twitter https://twitter.com/HopeNote