campbell

I love when it rains just lightly enough to play in,
but heavy enough to get you wet.
The negative ions soak into your aura,
and your hair drips a tiny bit.

a hula hoop on my waist,
a hammock at my side,
a laughing garden
lifting its head to take a sip,
and I stand there shoeless.


ah, the water has come.
rain dances continue.

the drought,
is over.



for now.


pancakes,
campbell