Waiting for the rain to come

I keep waiting
for the crash of thunder to rumble
and the inevitable tumble down
the hill, mud soaked and the
smell of earthworms in my hair
eventually I will hit rock bottom
a pebble in a stone valley.
you greet me in hushed tones
a whisper, hope lingering on the lips
and maple eyes to stoke a fire
this illusionary romance
this reckless naivety
ghosts in the attic
and phantoms of desire
seeds of despair planted in virgin soils
waiting for the rain to come

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[Sami Khalil]

Wait a while, be on the lookout, have hope is what I get from this poem; anticipation is powerful and hopeful.