The sky, a bruise of fading blue and grey,
Holds breath suspended at the close of day.
Then, just a whisper, a reluctant sigh,
The first fat drop descends from on high.
Not gentle tears but plummets bold and stark,
That shatter dust and leave their watery mark.
A sudden violence, a cleansing sweep,
Awakening earth from its sun-drenched sleep.
The parched brown...
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