Hours later
Downpours begin again
Each fat drop slapping against the surface of the water
In a concussion of sudden sound
Sounds like applause
Sounds like memories
And it's so loud it drowns out
The sound of the neighbor's air conditioner
With the sharp slaps of a million or so drops
Slamming down at once


I wish I could send this to you
All you over baked, drought-striken places
For to you
It might sound like
Relief
Or even
Joy