Poetic Bloomings Prompt: day 7. Summer Rain
We wait. The weight of the sky weighs
In grays and ways of want
…for afternoon of silver haze
To glaze each green-leaf haunt
Earth’s child is hungry for a chance
To chase the dancing feet
Of heaven’s happy fairy-bands
Tap-tapping down the street
...to see a sea of rivers run
Through bloom ballrooms, soft pink
To cheer the absence of the sun
While thirsty gardens drink
© Janet Martin
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