Rain...

The earth, wrinkled, looks up at the sky
They are here, yesterday they weren't
but today they hover, full of promise, dark, heavy, lovely
The earth waits, expectant, eager, (so)ready to blossom
But they come and they go, unrelenting
A little thunder, a little lightning, a little teasing
A little show, but nothing yet again
And so the earth, full of yearning
Aches a little more, cracks a little more, begs a little more.