Where is the rain that fell on me 
six months now the heavens have sweated dry
where is the rain that fell between 
the earth and a cloud filled sky

it isn’t only that it remains unseen
but unfelt as the red dirt cracks and dries
the grasses wither to browned off greens
spelling disaster as this hot summer fries

I remember rain, it’s cold wet drops
splashing, a nuisance, a bother
rain washing down canopies and from rooftops
falling as spits or sheets, one on top of another

I knew of its coming as thunder heads piled
as heavy wet clouds gathered and unfurled
awaiting the deluge all the while
or misting blankets that obliterated the world

as mirrored droplets clung to trees
sound was absorbed as water swirled 
spiderwebs glistened in the wet breeze
the only sound was water hurled

I miss the damp of the atmosphere
now a thimble lost is a terrible waste
who would have thought rain so dear
how lovely to feel it, wet upon my face