Sweat drips

onto the shiny heat

of the day,

as evening comes like a blanket

to wrap the warmth

in its black

and velvet glove.

 

The sky cracks

with streaks like great veins,

and the ground shivers

with the sound of doom.

 

The rain falls

in uncertain drops,

hardly daring to touch

the hot, tired ground.

 

The rain steams

and melts

into the dryness,

wetting the parched flesh

of this grand womb.

 

The blue veins light up

in this black

and starless sky,

and the melting drops

join hands

into one vital stream

to end the cycle

of the deadly dry

and the ravenous heat.

 

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