The clouds are gathering
Rumbling sound
Thunderous clap
Heavy wind blowing
Trees whistling
I look up to the sky
Waiting for heavens to open
Awaiting the downpour
Expectant I am
The Sun has dealt with me enough
Burning intensely
Into my skin
Severe drought on the land
Heavy downpour inside
I await the rain
To grow my grains
To quench my thirst
To wash myself
But gently, goes the wind
Gradually, the clouds clear off
I see no rain
No downpour
No drizzle
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