I prayed for rain, And I got it during the best Meteor shower of the year. Nature is funny like that. Hope doesn't come Hurtling across the sky When you ask for it. It comes when you start Hoping for something else, Like a patch of bare sky, Like new love after he said it's over, Like the price of ground beef going down, One day. Nature doesn't Wear a human-made watch. It has it's own cycles--dry periods, Wet periods, hot, cold, colors Changing. It never minded My pale form roasting in the rays, And it doesn't mind spitting rain All over to help a drought. "Towel off, Humans," it says. The stars will be back when they're back. And the sun will rise, and the sun will set. And humans will still wish For one blasted streak Across that sun-forsaken sky, For the house, the car, the dream, And the green grass on the other side.