Lightning strikes
illuminating the silent darkness
and thunder rolls across this flat, dry land.

The rain begins. Softly, quietly.
Tip tap, tip tap, tip tap until
its erotic dance crescendos, and the cadence
becomes loud and distinguishable. Lightning strikes again.
The pooling water quenches not
but boils, its steam lifting slowly toward the dark sky in a driving rain
that cannot
pull it back to the earth.
The fire rages on.

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June 11, 2020

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