August Rain

Jose Freitas Cruz

Jose Freitas Cruz

August rain

isn’t like that of April

driven by wild gusts bending

tree limbs to their breaking

turning umbrellas



August rain

hangs humid on air

grown oppressed with heat 

smothering the already

scorched grass long

covered in dust


August rain

threatens a thorough

soaking that never really arrives

For no sooner do drops begin to

form than they evaporate

before they can fall


April showers

may bring flowers but

what does August rain bring?

Only the suggestion that

thirsting is essential

to all ripening


It is in August

after all that tomatoes

begin to redden not from rain

but from the thirst brought

on by a heat that can`

not be assuaged


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to August Rain

  1. we were drifting in similar thoughts


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