Drops striking the ground like music from the gods. Green erupting, the smell of creosote and clean air. Streets become streams, the clouds veiling the eyes of heaven. All is quiet. All is dark. All is hidden. …
Drops striking the ground like music from the gods. Green erupting, the smell of creosote and clean air. Streets become streams, the clouds veiling the eyes of heaven. All is quiet. All is dark. All is hidden. …
The rain comes down, filling the streets and ditches with water. In the sky above, clouds circle a petulant moon, hiding its face. The chill air belies the summer date, heat following cold. Outside, every plant soaks up as much…
Rain drops fall from sky Lanterns blink in dusky gloom. Sparrow makes to fly.
Frustrated rain falls, Never touching the dry earth. Storms crash in the sky.
Rain opens petals Silent rivers run loudly Golden cities gleam