We watched her approach
That dark, heavy beauty
With blue-black coif
All rolled up
Lightning-red ribbons
Coming undone
Erupting from her stormy heart
A ferocious, foreboding laughter
Thundered into us a trembling reverence
As she made her entrance
The song she sang was a steady gush
We and our garden so thirsted for
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