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It must have rained during the night

September 29, 2008 by · 1 comment

Jude Lally

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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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