breath by breath

from the early morning dew which dances amidst the

changing overwhelming heat & humidity comes the

premonition of the

storm & with it

breath by breath

we move closer to the cool reward, that swift & sweet

break of the weather

directly there afterward---

when the rain comes & the earth drinks

after so long starving dry

there are those that complain the rain depresses them

whereas only a moment ago they were grumbling on about

the sweltering sun beating down upon them &

almost as certain as the rain will stop & the sun will set,

the griping will begin when that rain turns to

snow &

the wishing aloud that the heat was still around with its

accompanying sunlight

begins

until of course the spring shows its face

provoking all the hormones to run wild

each breath then will be spent in sexual pursuit

to fill cravings held quietly all winter long

or for the more aesthetically hungry

the need to plant & the need to nurse one’s garden

or simply spend more time outside again

appreciating all the nooks & crannies of the

picturesque realm in which we still

exist

hoping as the next season arrives some may cease

their whining, whimpering, moaning & groaning

concerning any prospective weather patterns &

instead,

value each in its necessity.