RAIN, MY MAIN SOURCE OF WATER

 

Wanted to live on the beach

Or by a traveling river

Would have accepted

A muddy creek

But not to be

So how do I cease the craving

For what I cannot have?

Substitution works

Instead of water rolling by

Part of the earth and the

Moon’s tides from the sky

How about the water

Dripping from above

Rain, so nice

Except when accompanied by

The overly-dramatic

Roaring thunder

Sizzling lightning

And often gales of wind

I worry about hurricanes

I worry about tornados

I live in a tin home

Yet the seas are dangerous too

Once got slapped by a rogue wave

Fell off my uncle’s shoulders

Four years old and floundering

(Pun intended)

On the ocean floor

Until he found me at the last breath

Once slipped off slimy rocks

In a stony creek bed

And limped for a week

Once ran from an overflowing river

During a no-name storm

Once hydroplaned on a flooded road

Into an on-coming lane

So what’s the big difference

Between that and rain?

Earth, Water

All the same

Danger to our sons and daughters

Yet loving, too

So I live by the water

It comes from the clouds

And when I endure each storm

I’ve a right to be proud

Adaptation

The key to survival…

 

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Cumulus Clouds before a storm