Highway to Hoeftland

Adventures with Kristin & Mike

I Miss the Rain

Kristin, Highway to Hoeftland

We get four inches of rain per year.

It’s dry and dusty here

In the Mojave Desert.

I watch the tumbleweed roll on by,

From the window,

In this empty room.

The hot sun beats down.

The stucco cracks, my skin cracks, but I don’t crack,

A smile.

It’s so bright—always so bright

In the Desert.

Except for today.

Today, I see the clouds coming.

The rain droplets start falling.

The precipitation starts pouring,

Down from the grey, grey sky.

“Bye, sun, good-bye.”

I smile now,

Because today will be different.

I open up a window,

So that I can hear the rain falling,

And breathe in that fresh, cool air.

I think about my childhood home,

Where the rain was plentiful,

And when rooms were full of family.

One day

I moved away

From the rain.

I chased sunshine,

And clear days.

I must say,

I found the sun shining brightly

Here in the Desert,

Where rain is rare.

“Blue skies sure are pretty,” I muse, to myself.

As I watch the tumbleweed roll on by,

From the window,

In this empty room.

I miss the rain.

2 thoughts on “I Miss the Rain

  1. Ingrid says:

    Desert rain is always welcome. It knocks the dust down and the plants seem to come alive as they happily soak up that moisture 🙂

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    1. I agree, it’s like a special gift from the heavens! You know what I’m talking about since you lived in the Desert for a time too. Thanks for your comment Ingrid. 🙂

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