Jude Lally
Photo: audreyjm529
It must have rained during the night
ever so slightly
Droplets dripping down from rooftops
very lightly
Slowly spilling into storm drains
Scantily filling up potholes
It must have sprinkled a little last night
just enough to tease the trees
to make the grass resemble green
to moisten the struggling moss—
lately rainfall is at a loss
The sky released a nocturnal emission
it had been saving for the coming
barely enough to allow the flowers a drink to soften the ground
to dampen dirt mounds—
visible brownness all around
A meager drizzle fell overnight
the withering leaves are grateful
the thirsty creatures are thankful
the streets are glistening and I am listening
to the whooshing sound of tires
rolling over wet asphalt
Upon venturing outside
to smell the fresh rainfall
I realize my inkling was only wishful thinking
it didn’t come down after all
Maybe I was hoping for an a.m. dousing
while under shelter
with no chance of being caught
out in inclement weather
Perhaps I was dreaming
of a year long drought
or during sleep
hearing a trickling spout
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