by Chris Earl

Created on: July 03, 2009   Last Updated: July 04, 2009

September Road

Rain.

Cleansing need.

It never rains as time crawls.

Cloudless skies yield no relief.

I begged for rain and tasted bitter ash.

I bartered for rain and loathed the sun.

I cursed the rain, mute I seemed.

My tears flow, traveling steadily

to seed the storm, but it will not rain.

Five days your blood lay on the highway,

and it would not rain.

Dry pools mock me,

dark pavement laughs.

The months pass,

but it never rains.

Please God.

Rain.

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