In my dream, I hear the chimerical rumble of thunder.

In my dream, I catch the quixotic scent of rain.
My skin tingles in anticipation,
Bliss filters through my brain.

In my dream, it’s closer, almost here,
In my dream, I await the spray.
My eyes close as I look toward heaven
In supplication as I pray.

In my dream, I feel the droplets,
In my dream, they caress my face.
Cool, life-giving, refreshing water,
So long gone from this place.

In my dream, I give thanks,
In my dream, I humbly bow.
I rest; eyes closed as I receive it,
My dream must suffice for now.

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    Andrew Sacks says

    Thank you, Patty, for this wonderful poem. We all look forward to more of your work.

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