A seasonal poem in the deep of summer.
(Image description: A photo of a window with rain hitting it in a dark room. Two lit candles and an incense burner are on the windowsill, the flames reflecting on the glass.) Credit: Photo by allison christine on Unsplash
Rainy Day Longing
The sun’s cloak is heavy, ever-present
draped upon everyone and everything,
home the only refuge.
Cicadas calling
and spiders seeking shelter,
the dog days endure.
Long-missed rain tugs at my heart,
the tease of overcast days
with no release in sight.
How I wish to hear
the roll of thunder
and the clash of lightning.
The gentle drumming
that plays for hours,
with tea as my companion.
Winding trails of droplets
sliding down the windowpane,
like wayfarers on the final stretch.
Memories of the last storm
become a yearning in my heart
and a prayer on my lips.
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