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Drought
Summer sun beats down
Drying the juicy grasses
Sucking their moisture
As through straws
Dessicating the soil..
Once brilliant blossoms
Are dry brown husks
Serving as punctuation marks
Among the ravaged , crazed
Scribblings of Nature.
Trees rustle their dried leaves
And shed them from their hot heavy limbs
As though stripping for a shower
Which never occurs.
The once chuckling stream
Shrinks from its arid, avid shores,
Silently retreating to a mirage.
Nature has a dry wit.
Drought.
