And Here Comes the Rain

At last
air can no longer hold its breath
no longer hover like meniscus 
on a scum-green summer's lake
where pondskaters dance 
trip on tippy toes
for fear of bursting bubbles...

No, ions fully charged 
float ill resolved, tingle
with a burden built
since the short-lived wet 
upon dawn's sleepy grass...
since the hopeless midday sprinklers 
upon drooped heads of 
a thousand dying daisies
and myriad muffled poppies 
wilting in the scorch of sun...

Now thunder rumbles air's discontent
draws our tears like beleaguered infants
undone by the torch of undying light
till left helter swelter, mewing at still
unrelenting burn of glaring dusk...

At last
sky rends her stifled breath
and weeps, exhales her load 
of pent-up daytime sorrows 
dry heaves on this blistered
endless day
into hard day's night...