uncertain season

steaming days of half sun, half rain
the sun glinting off the drizzling
until clouds roll in
bringing gentle rain and then pattering
drops on the already damp concrete
still warm from the last clear sky
blue, now gray
comforting in a way, the monochrome
giving azalea flowers and papaya leaves
a chance to cool until light magnifies droplets
while the ground emanates warmth
to wet bare feet
but there’s time for them to dry
and the barley tea to steep
when it’s done, I’ll pour it
over ice and we’ll hold it
in condensating cups dripping from contact
with heat and cold and warm hands
give it time
another front will blow in carrying
more water than we need
but tomorrow it will evaporate
and leave our cups empty in the sink