THE FICKLENESS OF RAIN

 

Promised rain a no-show

Bypassed or waylaid

In the night

Discovered more amenable

Latitude

Longitude

Gracing a different

Garden of flowers

Then, didn’t appear

In the light

Of desperate day

Rain has choices

In constant movement

Spreading itself across

Willing harems

Flowers, though

Are rooted

Nowhere to go

All things change

For the rain

But the blossoms sadly fade away…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)