Breath By Breath

from the early morning dew which dances amidst the changing overwhelming heat & humidity comes the premonition of the storm & with it breath by breath we move closer to the cool reward, that swift & sweet break of the weather directly there afterward--- when the rain comes & the earth drinks after so long starving dry there are those that complain the rain depresses them whereas only a moment ago they were grumbling on about the sweltering sun beating down upon them & almost as certain as the rain will stop & the sun will set, the griping will begin when that rain turns to snow & the wishing aloud that the heat was still around with its accompanying sunlight begins until of course the spring shows its face provoking all the hormones to run wild each breath then will be spent in sexual pursuit to fill cravings held quietly all winter long or for the more aesthetically hungry the need to plant & the need to nurse one’s garden or simply spend more time outside again appreciating all the nooks & crannies of the picturesque realm in which we still exist hoping as the next season arrives some may cease their whining, whimpering, moaning & groaning concerning any prospective weather patterns & instead, value each in its necessity.