The wind in violent groans
ravaged the cityscape
yet no rain clouds arrived
across the empty sky
to wash away the scars
left by the day’s cruel sun.
Crowded structures, tall and the ground
in fear of the tempestuous wind
shook against my cold, anxious skin
like pulses from a throbbing heart.
With no rain however
we cannot multiply,
nor can we cultivate
with no shades to hide.
In the end when dawn arrives
to blaze on the overcrowded place,
the city lies too spent from a fear, dazed
by the vicious wind, too sterile and dry.