It’s unseemly to be ungrateful.
There’s lots worse places weather wise on this planet.
***
yesterday was one of those days
that catapults me in alternating hate and hope –
hate of the heat and humidity,
hope when the rain comes of a cleansing,
only to look at the sky with a practiced eye
declaring to no one but myself,
yeah, you won’t last long –
and be right, more’s the pity.
***
Summer segues to fall, autumn
this first day of the officialdom
of change – as if the leaves falling
stop to notice when it’s time –
or not – as if rain is more forthcoming
when summer segues to fall –
as if the false promise becomes more
real in the clean air of the autumnal promise
and so again the rain comes
and still, and yet,
yeah, you won’t last long –
and I am still right.
