In Greene County, Missouri,

The sky is corn silk blue,

But dark, violet thunderheads build

And move in toward the city.

Someone has prayed,

And if Mohammed can’t go to the mountains,

The mountains will move.

Twelve drops of rain fall

And then the diaspora.

Pear blossoms splattered 

On the clover in the country,

And the sidewalk, in the city.

The storm has come 

And gone.

-jenn