Rain and salty gods

I wonder why

the rain

is so intermittent

they say

we cut far too many trees

and the sun’s

warmer these days

some also say

that we don’t pray

not enough to

the gods of rain

but my eyes

are wet and my pockets

a puddle

i can taste the summer

its flavourful past

all the smells

between heaven and hell

fill my nose with nostalgia

and romance

and for once,

I’ll not be taken hostage

by inconsiderate men

or salty gods.