August 10, 2011

Oklahoma

Storm clouds over Kansas
We watch them roll into our state
Our plot of land nestled just across
The border line
The thunder shakes
The ground is wet with new fallen rain
And the stench of dust
Is strong
This drought is breaking.
As the storm clouds roll over Kansas
This summer heat
Impossible temperatures
Are facing demise
And we sit on the driveway
Eying the sky
Waiting for another host of raindrops
To fall and break the dust
On our side of the border