August Rain

[Keith]

3rd Edit
Trapped by an old death bed,
begging for sleep, his eyes roll shut,
pain keeps them from slumber.
She moves cups in the kitchen
I can hear the clatter, precious water
pools on the drainer.

What else can she do?

He did ask for something,
when wishes could be heard,
a prayer for August rain?
heat brings a bad day for suffering
but she recalls the whispered request
and meets me on the lawn.

Me, a simple hose,
my snake belly, needing to be filled
so water can become my tongue.
holding my head in her hand,
we look up to his bedroom
as she turns the tap.

My inside fills to burst,
I answer his prayer,
pounding on windows
belting down gutters
rhythm of first drops
rain dance on roof tops.
I carry the drums of droplets,
his tranquillity comes tapping on tiles,
coolness calms his condition
smiling at the August rain.

Finally sleep floats him away;

we hang our heads in the garden,
clothes and hair soaked,
she lets me fall to the grass,
I feel empty, spent, I can only watch,
as the rain maker mixes tears in the mud

Old one
Inside bound by quilt, twisted by the day
begging for sleep, his eyes roll shut,
but pain keeps them from slumber

She moves cups in the kitchen
I can hear the clatter, precious water
drips on the drainer.

One sentence softly spoke,
when his wishes could be heard,
a prayer for August rain.

Me a simple tube, I lie in wait
my snake belly, needing to be filled
so water can loose my tongue.

Today is a bad day for suffering
but she recalls a whispered wish
and meets me on the lawn.


My belly fills to bursts a vipers kiss
ha ha, I answer his prayer,
pounding on windows
belting down gutters
rhythm of first drops
rain dance on roof tops.
I carry the drums of droplets
his tranquillity comes tapping on tiles
sleep streams through a twisted body
smiling at the August rain

slowly he sleeps,
as we cry our tears in the garden,
her clothes soaked we stand together,
the rain and the maker.