It didn't rain
Who could guess a rain in mid of april?
It was scorching...
Dry...
As dry as a dried withered thing...
And terribly troubling...
But then thought of ice.
Ice...
White.
Ice
Cold.
Ice
Bold.
Ice
A soothing thing.
Ice
A mountaintop spring.
Ice
A wonderous form.
Ice
On my dried palm.
And the scorching sweltering sultry thing...
It was just nowhere.
It was just nowhere...
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