Like California
This drought is prolonged, consistent
Non-irrigated land is parched
My plants die if I neglect them
But this mild humidity makes it seem not so dry
And there’s the whole ocean right over there
so can we really be that bad?
Besides, we have reservoirs
From better times, farther places
We shall draw upon those pools
And even our lawns shall thrive
In April we prayed for rain
Many people, many days
Finally the showers came
An answer to prayer
We thanked God
And yet,
Ground was hard
(it had forgotten how to receive the moisture)
And the rain ran away
Actually caused damage on the way
We prayed for rain,
Yes
Slow crying
Might be more effective
Ground is hard and dry again
We forget what rain is like,
Thunder and lightning a mystery
We can watch in movies or even our palms
Oh, there are clouds for sure,
And that comfortable humidity that makes us forget
That we are overdue for rain
When those dreaded fires came,
Met with those Santa Anas
We prayed and prayed the destruction wouldn’t touch us
But the dry land ushered them in
Those liberal, non-discriminating flames
Swept through rural and urban alike
And we prayed again
They didn’t touch some
So we were safe
And continued in our consistent existence
This dry land
Cooled by just-enough damp ocean breezes
Drawing upon the distant reservoirs
Where is God? Hiding behind
A cloud,
In wind,
Ocean
He’s in those flames
The ubiquitous humidity
Or something
And we pray on
6.28.14
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