desert rain

way up there
i see the cloud fail
see the veil of cloud
the grey strains of rain
which will never find the ground

and later i know the sky is trying
i see the harsh charge of light
lighten the black clouds far away

the ground in this desert is saying
to the failing rain
perhaps we are incompatible

but the rain is trying
the sky is crying

warm air is moist now
skin sweats in a different way
it is raining somewhere
but here
where the soil is baked dry
so dry it crumbles into dust
under foot

the rain is flirting
it may mean nothing tomorrow