Dry Cloudburst
The burgeoning cloud
trailed a train
like a mad bride beneath it,
mid-air precipitation
failing to reach the earth,
as if vows had subsided
on the way to confrontation.
trailed a train
like a mad bride beneath it,
mid-air precipitation
failing to reach the earth,
as if vows had subsided
on the way to confrontation.
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