At last, at last, at last,
\nthe thunder came,
\nand the wind, and the rain.
\nSummer turned to twilight,
\nand in a flash the world burned.
\nThe drought withered
\nand hid under branches
\nuntil the flood devoured it,
\nand I could breathe the air again,
\nrinsed of its dust and particulate.<\/p>\n
The day turned into holiday.
\nThe listlessness of the arid atmosphere
\nvanished in a burst of wet kisses.
\nLife restored itself.
\nSound lost its tinny voice
\nand turned into a melody of life.
\nI am a creature of weather.
\nMy sails fall on airless days.
\nMy heart broods under overcast.
\nI shrivel in the cold.<\/p>\n
I have no philosophy that revives me
\nmore than sun,
\nwhite billowy clouds,
\nmorning\u2019s hands on my cheeks,
\nlike a mother
\nholding her child\u2019s face and saying,
\nyou are beautiful,
\nI love you,
\neverything will be all right,
\nlittle weather soul,
\nsailor,
\nfair weather angel.
\nThen,
\nthe drought that discouraged me
\nis gone with the wind,
\nat last.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
At last, at last, at last, the thunder came, and the wind, and the rain. Summer turned to twilight, and in a flash the world…<\/p>\n