Reflected light, green tinged and thick
slips unseen around grey trunks
that blend, and bleed into a heavy sky.
We breath air thick with heat
stirring water droplets fine as thought.
Heavy, still, waiting for the storm
to break. Waiting for the crack and tear
of jagged thunder. Parched hands
turned up toward promise, beseeching
blessing.
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