Dry Hunger

Rain...

pounding,

pounding,

pounding;

Running rampantly on the ground.

Scattering in every direction.

No purpose.

No goal.

Only steadily

falling,

crawling,

sprawling...

to the ground.

Whetting the soil's appetite

to end its raving,

craving,

enslaving...

dry hunger.

Jessica Kish - 12/3/90