The earth calls out to the sky,
the sun beating down upon her.
She cries as water abandons her flesh through cracks in her skin.
The sky responds,
a storm gathers over her dusty body.
The clear blue you cannot see,
it is blocked by layers of blue and gray.
The clouds bleed drops, they fall.
Little drops of moisture,
they bear the image of the world they meet.
An army they descend on her skin
bringing relief from the heat.
Dust rises
her fragrance fills the air.
The sun tempted
peers from behind a cloud.
There were two rainbows in the sky that day.
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lovely!
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