Relief
Spiralled lighting streaks across the sky
The promise of a cloud burst tantalizingly sighs.
Thunder’s crackles intensifies in tone.
The dry ground distinctly groans,
Parched and cracked it waits
Impatiently for the gift of rain.
Lying motionless like encrusted slate
The soil screams for a consecrated reprieve
But this day it will not receive
Relief from the days of scorching heat.
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