Great post by Fitful Fearful Phantasmal. Wanted to share.
We wait,
Wait for that rain;
Our loneliness is drying everything out again.
We trip over splintered and buckled boards on our porch.
We writhe in anxiousness for it to pour,
Wondering whether we can stand another second more,
Considering the possibility this dryness will never stop.
We swear we will jump from this brink and flop.
And then,
We exhale.
And feel, on our foreheads, a single drop.
Tale Told 