When Comes the Rain

When comes the rain? Like waiting for Godot… Indeed, he didn’t say for sure he’d come. Depart? We’ll miss for sure; we cannot go. Is life a wait in total and in sum with hurried floods we, frantic, store in tanks, forget the banquet, focused on the crumb? Protesting the unjust while lacking thanks, We fail to see the bounty in the rains, Curse rivers when they overflow their banks. Though I may be impatient yet again, I shan't lose hope when clouds do not appear, Exploring what life’s deserts may contain. No existential drought, for one thing’s clear: Unlike our friend Godot, He has drawn near. ---------- for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 7 Poetry Contest sponsored by Mark Toney written on 07/06/2022