The Rain will Come

The sun is unrelenting:
unrelenting, scorching heat.
You want me?  He asks.  Then
there you are.  It is too much
to bear, too strong, like
the weight of a man.  I don't 
bear them anymore.  Soon
I will go in and decide
what to do with the
unrelenting day.  Savagery.
Don't worry - it will be
gone soon
and the rain will come -
mad woman sitting
out in the noonday sun.

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