You Can'T Rush the Rain

You Can’t Rush the Rain You can’t rush the rain Clouds choosing their offering sprinkling scattering anointing Oh how I long for it to rain Never my timing the burst of cloud color-washed sky The tea’s strength is in the brew seeping flavor mingling overtaking water Wine seasoned oaky from the cask My boiled egg twelve minutes never 10, not 9 The cheese needs to mold And I can’t rush the rain First published: Poetry Quartely