i won't be coming in
from the rain next time
the clouds arrive
covering us in gloom
with the cool waters
   falling out
   held
   so long
as the grass dried brown
beneath us fuel for fire
each day checking the sky
that incessant clear blue
binding us in heat
i won't be coming in
next time from the rain
until dust is washed away
or green beneath the crust
gives meaning back to day