it hasn't rained since march
a storm is rolling through and the the aching scent of rain is overwhelming. the air is heavy with petrichor.
but it hasn't rained since march. that fact stands unchanged.
the air is so thick with humidity and dust i can barely fight the wind as thunder echoes all around me.
but it hasn't rained since march.
for a moment, the valley stands still.
the east is shouded in darkness, clinging to mesa and mountain.
the north is just as dark.
as quickly as it died the wind comes back to life, thunder rouses my senses. and a single droplet hits my face.
i suddenly realize
i need to bring the supplies in
as i drag in what could be lost in the violent wind i count the drops.
even in all this, it's not difficult to keep track.
the sun returns.
i note my tally: 4 drops
it last rained in june.