A sober morning turned into a grey evening
When the sky cracked itself open,
To pour forth the rich bounty of water.
Heavy sheets of thin water streamed down from the skies.
Like cobweb threads hung in neat columns
The noisy cascade of rain broke through clouds to fall beneath.
Drops built one over the other,
Fell uniformly to wet the soil on earth.
The green trees seemed greener and
The soil was heavy with water.
Girls tip-toed their way
While boys jumped into slushy puddles.
A cool evening and a sober feeling.
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