It was brewing and simmering
Deep Deep In Me.
I could feel it all day since
Yesterday, like when you
make sauteed tomato paste;
or when you simmer eggs and milk
on a pan to make breakfast omelette.
I could feel it coming; all the factors
and symptoms were right
and all were in place. And there it was,
Brewing, Brewing, Brewing like a
Bad, Bad, pregnated storm.

When Finally,
the clouds exploded and the rain
first trickled, then pittered, and pattered,
and poured, and pelted.
And that was all--All that trouble
to tell you that:
I GOT MY PERIOD! YAY!
And now I shall wait, (what else can I do?)
for the rain to simmer, and trickle, and
the sun to dry it all.