Dew

Morning dew from
The red tiled roof drips
Down thumping a metal
Toolshed roof like heavy
Rain as I sit at my desk just
About to leave for the local cafe
To sip hot tea and read about yet
Another North African campaign.
The falling dewdrops clatter as
They splatter making me muse,
Dew here is so heavy and so
Regular it might be a viable
Feasible source of water
For gardens or even as
A water reservoir for
People whose only
Other sources of
Water are snow
Melt to water
Reservoirs
Which too
Often
Evaporate.
A reservoir in
The clouds and
Air or is that just
The rain I hear
Outside loud
As it comes
Down, odd
For San
Diego
But
Fitting
In our new
Climate norms.
Still, the rain’s
Dew falls
Grass grows
Winds blow
In this corner
Of the world on
The spiral arm of
The Milky Way galaxy
Much like all the other galaxies
Except here it has begun to
Rain heavily and I must
Dodge the raindrops
To my car, to get
My hot tea
With milk,
To read
More
About
The campaign
In the desert
Where dew
Is life and
Forrest
Glades
Are
Above
The clouds.