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.
