Lover look, it is finally overcast
The sky is heavy-bosomed
Breasts burdened with unfed milk

Four o’clock is six o’clock, five-thirty is seven
The light closes so softly on the day
Everywhere the trees wait, wait

Birdsong minimises to a hush
Snakes seek respite in the dank dark of fallen leaves
There are goosebumps on the pavement – even the concrete knows

The world’s mouth is open, thirsting for rain
How close we are to the knowing of needs
How close we are to rain that does not fall