one day the rain will fall again
and wash away the dust.
and waves of wind shall tossle verdant
cypress boughs at dusk.

as well, the night will swallow up
the day, by increments,
'til decimating it almost; when
solstice intervenes

with promise of rebirth and such.
while now the 'dearths' of summer
leave longing for autumnal touch,
-perhaps a bit of thunder.