Missing the Rain

by Emily Eddins

Rain splashing on the surface of a wet hand

Do you know what it is

To miss the soft touch of rain

Stroking your roof

Like the calm reassuring hand

Of your dead mother

On your fevered brow

Holding a cool glass of water

To your parched lips

Hard and cracking like

Drought-packed dirt

Hugging defeated oaks

Whose crackling leaves whisper

A prayer to the wind

Please send rain

A roaring pulse in your ears

Blood rushing like a creek

About to break its banks

The memory of a storm—its excess

A delirious dream

In sweat-soaked sheets

Category: Featured, Poetry