Relief

The land sighs

heat rolls on incessantly

and she

stirs uncomfortably

under the weight

We groan in solidarity

achy joints and clammy

we grieve

a gritty wind

on our skin

Some time before dawn

the clouds that have

attempted this advance daily

finally carry enough

ballast to arrive

Surging over

incalescent turbulence

engaging

a rising wall

of sullen heat

They are here

Cool descends

with each drop

drumming on my roof

clearly melodic

songs of earth

Life stirs

a fever broken

some hundred thousand flying ants

rise sparkle-winged

bobbing in the new washed light

-lisa, 2 April, 2012