Friday, June 12, 2015


Aftermath of rain in a huddle.
An earthy bowl of where rain chose to cuddle.

Rain rebuttals the desert’s heat struggle,
drops so large, every drop becomes a ball to juggle.

Nozzle opened from the clouds, down pour,
with no way to tell the shower “I want no more.”
Soaked and without a towel,
it's like playing Wheel of Fortune without a vowel.


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