Oh, long hot summer of tragedies
and indignities, how I wish for your end!
How achingly I yearn for gentle, healing
rain—not damaging floodwaters
but cool, refreshing, clear drops of water
on my face, on my overheated body,
on the seared grass and earth,
washing over the sore, despairing
surface of all things, penetrating the hard
shells of false courage and indifference,
seeping deep into the tired souls of all
living beings. When stupidity and humidity
wreak havoc and hopelessness,
all creation longs for relief,
for calm sense, for peace.
©2025 Jim Magaw
