Monsoon Do Not Forget The Sonoran Desert

So hot; the sky a pasty sun burn,
blades of grass like colorless straws
poke through dehydrated dirt,
like little cacti spines
the state sandpapered
from Gustnado attacks,
thundering clouds arrive
air displaces
in a cooling dance,
of fury
the aroma changes
as the first rain drops land
angry
annoyed
at another meteorological event.
With vengeance:
barren water banks over flow,
roads become inaccessible,
floods take over,
thunder and lightening take confront the sky.
Gone, as quickly as it came
leaves turned green,
dehydrate, moments later
hoping
next year’s monsoon will not forget:
the Sonoran Desert.

-L.J. Lenehan-

This is a poem I revised recently…

monsoon

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