weeks and months
of endless water from the sky.
Small insects, some familiar
some strange, proliferate —
those that hatch in humid weather,
those which bite and sting.
The Krishna devotees
have told me for years:
'Rain is auspicious.'
I think we've had
about enough
auspiciousness now.
Rain, rain, and insects, go away!
Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 15: infested
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