Monsoon In Arizona
Drip drip drop drop.
Don't seem able to stop
the drips and the drops;
water finding new ways
in, to seep sop, seep sop,
rain has such a watery plop;
slop slop slop slop
without a stop: from the
bottom to the top~ full
empty full empty, in my
living room not a plug
to pull; slosh slosh~ Oh
my God! Oh my gosh!
Till, at last!~ the storm has
passed, heat alone, will dry
my steaming.... So, once more
the sun has won – and now
the joyful cleanup fun. Messy
repair-work can begun (begin
didn't sound right:)) – heaven
knew I long awaited this
vacation, my angel really
needs
a different
occupation.
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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