End of the Drought

Soaked through with sweat
Just standing still
Breathing almost too much to bear
The sky, the dull side of tin foil
Suddenly a breeze blows up
The sky heaves in closer, then angry
It turns the purplish-white of an underripe eggplant
Birds gather in the bare field
Anticipating the push of worms
The road grows dark, metallic-smelling welts
Then, a crack of thunder and the heavens open up
Fat drops splash
From the dark sky
And the earth unclenches like a catchers mitt
Slurping greedily like a suckling pig

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