I looked up into the winter sky — rain is our snow here — and saw Vega
The rain drops
I watch from backstage
memorizing the parts.
Could it be a butterfly effect? Or sympathetic magic? Or just my body’s ability to sense the coming of the storm? Last night it rained and the soil in each of the cactus pots is saturated.
I’ve been letting my cacti and jade plant go unwatered all summer long.
It rained all day today and whenever I woke from the nap I enforced on myself because of a migraine, it felt like a drill chiseling a hole at the apex of my eyebrow.