Earth's Thirst
Thor's hammer-strike sheds
bolts of jagged sparks;
as misty clouds weep,
and howling winds wail.
With thunderous booms
the seared air fragments;
skewing the night skies
with forks of lightning.
The heavens open:
and an outpouring
of torrential rain,
plummets to the ground.
Despite the storm's rage
and ferocity,
amidst the fury:
the Earth's thirst gets quenched.
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