A Spring without rain is a cool summer. This is not why I survived winter. Without rain, there is no music from April showers. I want water from the sky, I waited so I could feel the heavens cry. Not to watch the Sun plan it’s attack using the tail end of this long winter to hide. Scorching the earth, leaving it dry, stealing its life. It will have its season why must it take mine. I demand rain clouds in the sky, with a downpour so rich, I can not see the other side. Soaking me to my bones as I stand alone outside. A Spring without rain is a cool summer. A time for others – not mine.
A Spring Without Rain