Endless Cycle of Rain
A rumble of thunder
roars throughout
the dark furious clouds.
At dusk, grey sheets pour from
the overly moistened southern sky.
From the mount's tip
to the green valley below
humid thirst is quenched.
The bolts' jagged streaks
of energized light
momentarily deny any shadows.
Dawn breaks to overflowing pools
of varying bluish hues.
An orange solar heat
extracts a gift of brew
from the soaked wet land.
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