is how the earth pleads
with the sky. It offers up
its thirst and the sky responds,
showers its bounty
in bunched drops
that sluice and scatter.
On a hot day
steam springs
in small coils of gratitude.
Dew
is how the sky teases
the earth, a pretend rain
spun out of air
which says no downfall
is final,
nor is it ever enough.
And when it rains
the earth still aches:
it is never enough,
still it is never enough.