Desert Rain

Standing in the void.

In veiw of lack. 

Out of view, the clouds 


Lost in routine. 

One foot

Second follows. 

Hope is bleeding

But, out of earshot

Rythm rain.   


Out of touch with the child that hoped

To become… someting… inspired. 

Car, bus, bike, or step to work. 

Lost in the pulse. 


But then…

A cool slow breeze 

Tempurature drops 

A shift  

Do you smell Rain? 

Can you see Clouds? 

They are full of Hope

And it’s about to pour