due for more tomorrow

rain came. I was on the way into the city to pick up a friend. it was getting late and the streets were packed because it was a Saturday night and people have things to celebrate. the rain is different here, or at least not like what I grew up with. at home the rain comes gently and often enough that we are familiar and know what to expect. the showers never last long, though if they do they're almost always soft and sleepy. here, the rain is charged with anger, as though the clouds have given in to screaming about something they've tried to avoid for too long. rivers quickly form and rush down gutters by the curb. pedestrians lose sight of wherever they were going and the traffic on the road. the lingering heat of a cloudless day is diluted in a matter of seconds. thunder trumps even the sound of planes on their descent. usually, the storm continues for a while, sometimes on and off for days. the forecast says we're due for more tomorrow through to Friday. by time it leaves I'll welcome the sun not long ago I prayed to disappear. in a matter of days I'll beg for rain once more. satisfaction is a friend that never stays for long. momentary peace for now. temporary everythings forever and a half.