a chance of rain
waiting on a storm that never arrives
anticipating & wanting
a need so strong that when
nothing ever happens
the disappointment weighs heavily
when the storm collapses upon itself
the impending relief is thwarted
leaving you once again
back in the throes of misery
one of which may never go away
the morning sun is heavy
the dewpoint remarkably high
going out into the world is inadvisable
and so you sit quietly
waxing your wings like a damselfly
waiting for the next system to develop
july two thousand twenty
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The Hopelessness of the situation conveyed well in this poem
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this piece, Padmini.