Something to write home about

Origionaly written 06/05/07

It has rained for nearly four weeks
hot, sticky Texas storms.
June nights spent befriending mosquitoes on back porches,
chasing them with filtered smoke.

27 days since last I saw the sun,
though his heat has not been missed.
Still pressing down through rain and fog,
burning skin so as not to be forgot.
Red, orange oppression blinding rough sky.

I have grown more fond of moon,
her soft reflection.
Kind, cool air and shadowy forgiveness,
blankets made of southern darkness and near desert stars.
Gentle, blue relief, light tears and clouds still seen.

You stole my days, but I have kept my nights.

Cursing winds ignore the clock,
and still angry drops prefer the day.