the air is golden
thunder rumbles
and down comes the rain
i watch as the hill soaks it up
i watch it pool on the concrete
rain in the desert
rain in the summertime
the air is full of water
on hot pavement
that smell, so relieving
rain in the desert
bah. i can't write for shit anymore!
no, that isn't true. i just can't write poetry i like. all the other stuff i can write. i'm writing a book. so obviously i can write.
seaivy inspires me with her entries, all in poetic form. i love to read them.enough self indulgence, i have information to gather and compile and summarize. hee.