WET

The California drought lasted so long
We began to think it might not ever end.
We'd gather to beat drums and sing our songs
And dry winter would settle in again.
I missed the days of foraging with you
Under the skirts of coquette nature's bloom-
The clarion call of trumpets hid from view,
The pungent smells of harvest in our room.
And then one day it happened- the floods came
As if our dances, finally beheld,
Had summoned all the sweetest tasting rain;
Our parched mouths' longing at long last is quelled!


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