Welcome Home.

  The stale sweat on my hair line has dust in it from the intense winds. This entire summer has been nothing but sweat and tears, waiting for something pure, clean, and a welcoming degree of cold. My skin, oily, my hair, filled with dirt, my heart sinking down into my chest, knowing that it won’t ever happen anytime soon. Why am I still thinking that this thing, this “rain” that has become an unfamiliar friend, would come back to me? So many days, I look out my window and saw no children running around, playing games, just simply because the heat was too much for their little bodies. Public pools have been over flowing with kids, but nothing can cool you down and wash away your pain like this water from heaven. Alas, after the horrible drought, the clouds slowly roll in to cover the once, cloudless sky. The thunder sends a smile on my face, a warning of what’s to come. Watching out my window, seconds tick by, and then, one single, solitary drop trickled down my window seal. Instantly, I flew out the door, letting my skin feel the clean water drop off my fingertips. I throw my head back, and like a child, I still my tongue out, letting the water moisten my once dry mouth. My hair I being cleansed and everything is washing away. A tear slides my face, a tear of joy. The birds are singing and flying in the beautiful downpour. Looking down the street, I watch people react to the new feature to our crusty desert. Welcome home, my good friend.
Katie Perner
6.21.11. <3