Precipitation

There is no rain

but I can imagine it

it doesn't make me sad

In my mind I'm in a cafe

with plush chairs

waiting for the sky to open

up and cry

waiting for my nebulous thoughts

to come full term

When finally the water breaks

I precipitate words

onto a page

the rain comes

tatooing music onto the pavement

while I paint a world

with nothing but ink

and destroy the desert