Phases of Rain

Arizona sun in cloudless skies

made me yearn for rain.

But, when the rain came

the clouds mutely

dumped buckets

pooled into rivers

blocking streets

rushing underpasses,

known there as The Wash,

decimating homeless camps

without making a sound.

In Minnesota

thunder rolls as a growl into a roar.

Rain, drunk by vegetation,

mud slides down hills.

Lightning webs across the sky,

illuminating the rain,

and cascades of trees.

Yet, here too are the days

where the sun shines

and cotton clouds drift

shocking me as drops of water

kiss my sunbaked skin

as a soft breeze blows.

Image created using AI art generator Night Cafe Studio.