Drought

by J. K. Durick      

We pray for buckets
and buckets coming down
cats and dogs out there
cellars full and gardens afloat
ornamental bark down the sidewalks
and driveways heading
for a street’s worth
of puddles and gutters
so deep we splash
amazed we remember the games
like kids sailing paper boats
near the curb
pirates after a Spanish galleon
rounding the Cape of Good Hope
with a cargo full of diamonds
as clear and as precious as rain.