this small rain
this small rain sambas on San Vicente
wanders through Whittier
mambos past Montebello
and East LA
this small rain moves like a Latina
over-plucks her eyebrows
drinks Tequila shooters
fronts a girl-band
this small rain works two jobs
dawdles in down pours
this small rain seeds clouds
this small rain drives to Vegas in a tormenta
has a friend in Jesus
needs boots and a winter coat
in this drought-wracked city,
this small rain dreams of flash floods,
depósitos, indigo lakes,
cisterns, high water,
Big Gulps, endless refills
in this drought-wracked city,
this small rain settles on the hierba seca
sleeps under freeways
plays the lotto
is unlucky in love
this small rain longs to hose down the highways
this small rain chases storms
this small rain has a tsunami in her heart
this small rain kamikaze’s
in the gutter
suicides on summer sidewalks
dreams of a deluge
that overflows the river banks
washes L.A. clean
in this drought-wracked city,
this small rain scans the heavens,
looking for a monsoon,
searching for su salvador in the
reclaimed desert sky.
by Alexis Rhone Fancher, finalist, Kind of A Hurricane Press, Editor’s Choice Contest, 2014.
Editor’s Note: Sometimes poems speak of our lives as they exist right now. This poem uses personification to make a statement about drought and people, creating a relationship between need, resources, survival, and dreams.
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