It's Still Life

Sonnet #1

we called the drought rain,
and it drummed a small thunder.
the ground stained
naked as night, a dismal

and withering drizzle.
but we danced,
and we drank,
falling about and blowing

at clouds, spilling air
on mud-entranced faces,
and our eyes stared
at the sky

as we buried it all
with a sip of magic.

for Miz Quickly’s Day 31: Go back to something you wrote during week 1. Rewrite it into the form of a sonnet. This piece is rewritten from Miz Quickly’s Day 5: “Limitations” prompt. The original may be read here