After the heat we’re back with a surfeit of rain -
and not in raging torrents, more a mellow, very
gentle drizzle that soothes th’ ears and bathes
psyches stressed to the point of debilitation; it
tames runaway woe-is-me articulation, and th’
sense of compensation fills its forever-blessed
hollows, although we need share them with th'
new generations’ hatch of midge & mosquito
But it’s far and away th’ least of an agony; tho’
easily better than relentless heat’s maiming th’
ability t’ keep things in perspective, clean & all
clear of sundry invective’s impedimenta; & we
survive by not adding a drek o’ tainted energy
taken t’ keep us free o’ the atmosphere’s heat
© 23 February 2018, I. D. Carswell
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