A Decent Drop

Six months is a long,

Time to wait,

For a decent drop,
In a dry spell,

Dust settles for removal,

A never ending chore,

I gladly surrender,

After it rains.

Recieving End

Cold wind cuts through my clothing, I should have worn my coat, but I wasn’t expecting to wait this long.  I notice the gum tree is flowering, didn’t think this was the time of year a gum tree is supposed to flower, but then I don’t know all that much about gum trees.

The tree was flowering when I met Kal here for the first time, that was a warmer day, a day of.....Kal should be here, he agreed to meet in the usual place, this place.  I walk to my car, place my hand on the handle of the door.  I hesitate.  I am cold, miserable, and passing time is a chasm of ever deepening distance.
 
 Kal must have decided that he does not want to answer my question. He didn't give an answer when I spoke to him on the phone, he said he couldn’t talk, I have never asked for much,  I just wanted to understand why he hadn't mentioned his wife and kids.  Three of them.  I wouldn’t have known about them if he hadn’t turned up at the football match.  

I felt it then, I was standing at the crossroads, when I saw him standing there with his arm around another woman, the ring on his finger glared at me.  I felt something break.  The situation was confirmed when a pretty almost teenage girl and two boys in football clothes came up to Kal and the other woman and asked a question that opened the bank of mum and dad and because I saw another life, and because he saw me seeing his other life, I should have known that Kal would be late arriving at our special place.

A Change.

A hot night, but one of relief, not just for me but for a garden dried and parched after four weeks of hot days. I might have just for a moment this morning viewed the weather in a different way, don't get me wrong, I wanted the rain, because now I can have a rest from the tug-of-war with the garden hose. You see the hose fittings have seen better years and when tugged, may or may not explode. 

Aiming hose joiners, male to female, and then slamming them together while the water is still running is messily  wet, but when the evening temperature is still thirty degrees Celsius at 7pm I don't complain. The spray of water released into the air and on me has a cooling effect, not just on my body temperature but on my mood. 

Still after one explosion the hose is not tugged as hard, I don't want the hose joiners parting while I am not watching them, the lawn, aka, mown weeds, does not have priority for watering any more. Too many years of drought cured me from that activity. Water is now reserved for my veggies and fruit trees.

The night might have been hot, but the morning has a coolness, much appreciated after the hot days of the last month. Finally a change has come through, and even though the night was warm it was also a night of rain. This has worked wonders on the garden, and by the look of the cloudy sky, there is a promise of more during the day, this will be welcomed as a blessing. 

My moment of unwelcome to the wet morning, was when my cat came inside from her walk. I'd left the door open, otherwise I would play open and close door for her, so when she did come back inside I wasn't paying a lot of attention to her, she rubbed my leg, like she usually does, I jumped instead of patting her and cooing 'I guess you want your breakfast now.'

A wounded look of rejection registered on her face, but as much as I wanted to, I could just not force myself to pick her up, or even touch her for that matter, because the most unwanted part of a wet morning just rubbed my leg. I wondered how do you tell a fluffy cat that she could have postponed her walk this morning? A wet cat rub on unclad legs is just yucky. I did get her the breakfast she wanted, while doing my best to avoid her wet fur.




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