Today's California summer rain plants seeds of memory
Becoming a frustrated bloom of yesterday's storms.

The perfect thunderstorms of Ohio, humid with anticipation
They were deliberate, singular - almost historical
Rolling one way towards a clear horizon, a known horizon

But, I could never roll with them
I am a swift breeze that moves past without consideration
Disturbing the long-rooted plants in the fields - almost rudely
Driven here by the high pressures, the invisible forces
Guiding everything towards the muddy horizons of the present

I wait for the rain to end, for the drought to return
knowing tomorrow has no patience for my windy plight

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