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Corn fields heated like boiling glass

Steamy ammonia and ripening corn

Dogs lie prostrate and panting

In the shade of a dying tree

The rain won't come when you want it

The sun only comes when you hate it need it dread it

But that changes today

And here it changes

Here comes the rain

Thunder cants the poetry of sorrow

Rain on tin roof

Sobs the inarticulate language of despair

Light in farmhouse coming on

In weary counterpoint

To a sky turned the color of night

Thunderhead glowers over the field

Cattle lowing piteously before it

Supplicant savages beseeching

An angry, capricious god

Gloomy summer rain more depressing

Than a flint colored winter day

When the earth is like iron

And all you want

Is to go inside

RaaChenn 7 June 19
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Death and Dying seem to be a running theme; like bad food not good for the soul.




This type of thinking is very interesting can see where the American Indians would have been provoked into thinking magic would help solve seemingly helpless situations. This would have created the rain dance. We, however, are much more advanced with our thinking and know bouts of drought are part of the weather make up of our world. Good rune

azzow2 Level 9 June 19, 2018

Yes, I see the ominous darkness, and smell the electricity in the air, and feel the cool drops on my skin. You did that. Thank you.


Picturesque...but uneasy.


I think you may have a missing "r".
If the dog had a prostate problem it probably would be more worried about having a pee!

Petter Level 8 June 19, 2018
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