Waiting for Sunlight

Waiting for sunlight to burn through thunder cloud:
The sound splits the fat droplets; voicing out loud
The midday skies sharp contra; it halts and moans
Wallowing, bellowing; shakes, sighs and groans.
Waking from slumber with feet salted in sand
Our hands entwined and leathered. For this land
We reached out and bound to with soft bated breath –
Though it is not ours to hold or to bequeath.
And on this day the clouds shackle us in
Sheltering in wooden huts we play cards, drink gin
Static like this the waiting game unfolds
Our movements confined by the heavens’ hold
Watching the sky swell.