Dry Rain

It seems like forever since I’ve heard the
Sound of raindrops
On this tin roof.
I long for something other than
Dry earth, and
Dry air.
Dry skin, and
A dry life.
I’m desperate for the sound of
Life-giving water.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published Feb. 2012.

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