Twelve Months Without Rain Only in feeling, of course. Really, it had only been one, And not so unusual for summer. But still, she felt it. Looking out the window, The car was getting dirty. And on the television, A couple parted in the rain. She only heard it. Sunday, Pastor Morgan spoke Of the forty days and forty nights. She wished she could be so wicked.
Originally published in Dunes Review, V. 12 Iss. 2 (Winter 2007/8)
