breath by breath

from the early morning dew which dances amidst the
changing overwhelming heat & humidity comes the
premonition of the
storm & with it
breath by breath
we move closer to the cool reward, that swift & sweet
break of the weather
directly there afterward---
when the rain comes & the earth drinks
after so long starving dry
there are those that complain the rain depresses them
whereas only a moment ago they were grumbling on about
the sweltering sun beating down upon them &
almost as certain as the rain will stop & the sun will set,
the griping will begin when that rain turns to
snow &
the wishing aloud that the heat was still around with its
accompanying sunlight
begins
until of course the spring shows its face
provoking all the hormones to run wild
each breath then will be spent in sexual pursuit
to fill cravings held quietly all winter long
or for the more aesthetically hungry
the need to plant & the need to nurse one’s garden
or simply spend more time outside again
appreciating all the nooks & crannies of the
picturesque realm in which we still
exist
hoping as the next season arrives some may cease
their whining, whimpering, moaning & groaning
concerning any prospective weather patterns &
instead,
value each in its necessity.