A longing for the rain intensifies,
as both the heat and dampness of the night
climb up the scale in silence of the dark…
Though the air is damp, there is no moisture
on the ground as throughout the day, a sun
too cruel, had beaten down upon the world…
Then a desire to become soaking wet
turned the barren land panting, out of breath;
but the darkness remained arid and dry
and no lightning streaks pierced the empty sky…
Soon enough on the eastern horizon
a scarlet blush shall be spread by the sun
and then this craving for the touch of rain
shall fall asleep to haunt at night again…
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