Let the rain fall

Let the rain fall

Wash away the

Hot and dry

Rust coloured dust,

Caked into folds

Of cobweb skin

In need of a cheeky glow

As bright

As a red rose which has

Feasted freely on sunlight

Grown tall enough

To touch the sky

Full fat flowers

Heavy with colour

The heads deeply bending

Against the onslaught

Easily overburdened

Every petal

Open to persuasion

Battered into submission

With the ricochet

Of water

As incessant as

A fusillade of cannon shot

Broken red wings

Falling sorrowfully

As spent as yesterdays

Butterfly

Down into the dirt

A bloodied carpet

A slow decay

Feeding the earth

A return to dust and

Powder blown rime

To dull the rosy bloom

Of this tired old face

Until the rain falls

Sharp pin pricks

Of needle point

A barrage of rain drops

River blown

In the after gloom