Rain

I was going to write today, 
but it’s raining.
Stormclouds B&W LOW RESHow can I focus
when there is lightning
and thunder
and grey
and wet
and the sweet smell of creosote?

Rain in the desert is about
sitting on the porch,
waving to neighbors
who are out on their own porches
all of us watching
the earth come to life.

It’s about staking up trees
that were felled in last night’s wind
pulling weeds
while the ground is still soft.

That’s the only work
one should expect
on a rainy desert day.

Sitting in front of a laptop
writing about anything at all
loses its importance.

It’s raining.
And that changes
everything.

3 Responses to Rain

  1. You’ve inspired me to write a sister poem for the pacific northwest called Sun. Almost the exact same things happen here when it’s hot and sunny. 🙂

  2. for Hildy…

    Sun

    I was going to write today,
    but it’s sunny.
    How can I focus
    when there is expansive blue sky
    and warmth
    and light
    and dry air
    and the sweet smell of just-mown grass?

    Sun in the pacific northwest is about
    sitting on the porch
    waving to neighbors
    on their own porches
    all of us watching
    the neighborhood
    come to life.

    It’s about staking up trees
    to support fruit-weighted boughs
    pulling weeds
    wearing a sunhat for a change.

    That’s the only work
    one should expect
    on a sunny day here.

    Sitting in front of a laptop
    writing about anything at all
    loses its importance.

    It’s sunny.
    That changes everything,
    including me.