Thunder, lightening, and rain come at least once
a day during the monsoon season, like a gift from
God, the air is cleaned and things turn green.
When I lived in the East, I thought torrential rain
only came to India and other exotic places like
that. Never to a place as dry as Arizona.
What has been brown, dry and practically
desert is now green, lush, and has flash flood
warning signs posted all over the place
Mosquitoes have been born and they bite places
where I can’t scratch. My brown sandy lawn has
turned green because of the grass sprouting there.
My skin has become soft from so much moisture in
the air and without the hot sun, its color has turned
from brown, back to the white it was before I came here.
I love the sun, but must admit that when I see dark
clouds bringing our daily rain, my heart is glad for
the relief from the heat, the cleaning of the air,
and when sometimes I see rain falling so far away
that I know a drop won’t fall on me that day, I
secretly wish that it would.