Poem
Curdled mist and bloated clouds
announce a treacled dusk, while
dart-filled rain and billowing winds
scourge the blood-streaked sky.
Mud gorges, hewn by puddled spray,
frown under pillows of humid air
as spotted earth and para-diddle rhythms
herald the first drops of rain.
The parched land licks its lips
and straw grass creaks in anticipation
at the return of water to this barren land.