What shows
how little
we know?
What can be is
oft far less than
what we expect.
What is now
has never been
what it was.
07/25/2024 j.g.l.
A little too little, a little too late
for crunchy brown lawns and fields of sickly corn.
August rain.
Heat didn’t help. Heat rarely does,
not like this.
Parched.
We wake when we sleep, then wake up wondering.
Another day of humidity, give-and-take forecasts,
and questionable economic news. Speculation.
The lies we must live with, and the hope,
so little evidence.
Puddles were temporary most of the time,
this year
dry as dust.
Drought.
Precipitation,
evaporation,
rain less of a problem than more of a solution.
This year
when it happens, it happens.
Untimely response. Unfortunate.
While we wait for an answer.
© 2022 j.g. lewis
“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and
the new fall not born. The odd uneven time.”
-Sylvia Plath