the ocean has come to find me under this starless sky. i wait breathless as the trees in this salt mist, hoping the night brings rain.
i wanted to sleep outside under that rain threatened sky, get soaked to the bone by the beauty of the night, wake to the morning like a leaf wakes open to the light.
under a clear still sky the smell of night rain arrives on dampening air – and all that lives these drying days sip thirstily on evening cool and sigh their relief in trill and croak and call.