Hail

She throws herself down in great torrents,

aching to crack it open and

she gulps,

swallowing the life-giving wet like a dying man,

grasping at each rivulet that tries to run.

 

Her rage thickens as each drop solidifies before it hits the ground

accompanied by the manic interruption of thunder and lightning

and in her attempt to break open the dry, her tears

fall toward the heart of the land

but bounce off the tiles on my balcony.