Your challenge: Write about rains. You could be wishing it would rain, talk about global warming or the ice age that’s upon us, or just…well, anything you want as long as it’s wet or dry. Hmmm…the vacuum or mop comes to mind.
Some water cupped in hands right through the creases
Left are we with less and less the volume—
How quiet its release, how mere its ebb,
How consummate the drips duly drip,
How steady its decrease, or how metrical—
Desponding, minute and minuscule, as a bloom
Subtly matures from seed to stem to bud
It flowers, a lively progression imperceptible
Until little is left with little left to go,
Less than what is gone, all done and none to do.
The wallclock is as useful as the tablespoon.