Today's California summer rain plants seeds of memory
Becoming a frustrated bloom of yesterday's storms.
The perfect thunderstorms of Ohio, humid with anticipation
They were deliberate, singular - almost historical
Rolling one way towards a clear horizon, a known horizon
But, I could never roll with them
I am a swift breeze that moves past without consideration
Disturbing the long-rooted plants in the fields - almost rudely
Driven here by the high pressures, the invisible forces
Guiding everything towards the muddy horizons of the present
I wait for the rain to end, for the drought to return
knowing tomorrow has no patience for my windy plight
Notes: Posting a late night poetry contest winner sponsored by @hypexals-spiral. The seed words were fun to play with and aligned with some recent complaints about how I'm starting to miss the warm, summer thunderstorms of Ohio. I look forward to more contests.
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