thanksgiving and rains finally come
out of the thatch float browned patches
muddy bald spots a splotchy patchwork
so much waiting for this rain so much worry
that the dryness would overtake us all with
chapped lips scratchy throats dried nostrils
all because the rain held itself back from us
and this morning it fell incessantly bone cold
i felt its sting that frizzle a soothing sound
almost december and i am fifty now and
something starts to expand for a moment
the sun shows itself then reclines into dusk
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