tagNon-Erotic PoetryWaiting for rain

Waiting for rain

byvampiredust©

It will rain soon, Mother
tells me; twitching her
nose like a fly scratching
its back leg. I look at the
sky and see nothing.

It does not rain. The elderly
start to melt and their bones
and Zimmer frames are scooped
up by street cleaners, mixed
together with Evian bottles

and today’s edition of the Sun.
People perform rain dances
in the streets, gazing at the sky
to see if their offering has worked.
But no rain falls. I look up

at the collage of white and grey
cloud in the sky, expecting
the familiar crackle of rain. But
all I can hear is stillness, rubbing
itself against my dried up body.




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