Desiccated

*Spirit Of Water* 36" H X 30" W Oil On Linen

The
Weatherman
Promises
Local
Rain,
And
Every
Day,
He
Says
It
Again.
Hard
Rain
Falls
To
The
North
And
The
East,
The
Swollen
River
Rushes
Past,
A
Raging
Beast,
But
All
We
Get
Is
The
Very
Least
Monsoon
Rain,
And
It’s
Hard
To
Explain.
It’s
Hot,
The
Humidity’s
High,
The
Sky
Rolls
Blankly
By,
The
Grass
Is
Bone
Dry
And
So
Am
I,
In
This
Parched
July.