Stray showers

At first I cajole them, tell them their wisps stretch out like the spines and wings of angels and dragons, I compare them one to another–formidable strangers towering in sun-soaked splendor,

But when they keep back the rain, it is I who begins to storm, arms stretched and gesticulating wildly

Speak! I say

Rain! I say

Like the petulant child I am

Stomping my feet in anger,

As though that could work

As though it might just

Bring more than stray showers

Take Hunger

take hunger, take thirst

Go

stand in the storm

know this to be true:

Thunder, wind, rain

fall splendor from this

Cloud-dark sky 

and lift these things

empty into tumult–

The way a man might lift his just-born

hunger, thirst

Once and only filled 

By the God of the storm