They promised us rain today. The 27th of May they said. And here I find myself, on the terrace, before and beyond the sunset, awaiting it like a lover.
The clouds came in as I watched, a thunderclap or two, I thought I felt a drop on my knee... no rain. The breeze is heavier as it brushes past my brow, colours thicker, the sounds stiller surely? Where is the rain?
Oh to be in a rainy mood with no rain!
I read to myself poetry as all good lovers do, with half a good mind.