Wednesday, October 10, 2012

first monsoon

Dry mountains hold their breath
As blue-gray clouds slowly
March south.
Distant flashes and rumbles
Herald the approaching storm.
The desert is still, waiting
In quiet anticipation.
Those first, fat drops bring
A sigh from the land;
Followed by joyous celebration.
Cleansing,
Renewal.
Life.

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