White-Hot Sand
anywhere, everywhere, all around.
And lost sea gulls crying;
sky-rocketing temperatures;
suffocating heat;
almost blinding sunshine.
Growing fear, rising,
outright, breathless panic.
Wait.
The churning tide indeed turns.
Under a darkening sky,
breached and booming:
a sudden, long, steady downpour:
cool, Heavenly rainfall,
great, emerald spouts
drench the thirsty sea.
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