𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻

a poem for Earth Day and miracles...

i. 

When I met you the jacaranda was bare.

ii.

We hadn’t had rains.
The chaparral a shade of burnt
of unliving that seemed to blind
as I’d drive on the highways

‌back and forth

from hometown city to now
rustic countryside.

When you asked me out
to dinner, the rains came. 

‌A billion gallons of water
dumped from the heavens,
keeping us trapped for days
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪…