The storm came first as dry
As it was
Then quiet followed
Lizards nodded and ants found their burrows
And clothes flung off the laundry line
Even brown wall mosses stuck
To the wall harassed by the gale
Fell to the drain.
The sky turned dull grey
And in a moment everything
Was soaked and washed
And revived and we felt cool
As the humid air of yesterday is gone
Welcome long legs of the rain.
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