if the drought
would ever out
and rain would reign
I wish i had had the camera as i passed thru downtown. A cloud lingered over Capitol Street like War of the Worlds. It was eerie.
Coming over the bridge, two bolts of lightening shot down to touch either side of a mountain. The two legs of the sky god. I immediately thought of the Ray Bradbury story, The Long Rain.
The rain did not run out
the drought
but every drop was drunk
by the thirsty earth
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