The Monsoon Cometh
The wind has filled the air with dust
and lightning follows, as it must.
The dark clouds look down and glower,
false promises of a shower.
It teases us with a portent
as if it comes with good intent
and the weathermen say “It may
become a monsoon any day.”
The days turn slowly into weeks
of powdery dust and dry creeks.
It may not rain at all this year,
perhaps somewhere else, but not here.
A thunderous voice may speak when
the teasing monsoon does sneak in.

Walt Abbott–7-6-08