I don’t recall raining most of January
For as long as I’ve lived
There are no heavy gray skies
That drip as Siberian winds
Breeze through the few days
Trees are tricked into
Shedding their worn leaves
For the chill of tropic winter
A list of what rarely happens
Unexpectedly thinned out
The past year
Extending to now
The showers reserved for September
Stirs ripe abundance as the mind
Starts to prepare and welcome summer
It doesn’t quite add up
Has logic lost its mind
To the unrelenting confusion
The state we are in
Continuous, rewarding
Getting away with it
Then asked to move along
Absent of any reliable grasp
For understanding
danDAman 