Cracking soils and,
Burning Stones.
Wilted Trees and,
Then the rains.
Dried ponds and,
Scorching lanes.
Thirsting crows and,
Then the rains.
Eyes to the skies and,
Nailing pains.
Empty bowls and,
Then the rains.
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