It rumbles again,
thundering –
the air out there,
the malevolent sky.
Thundering,
please make rain
for my unsoaked flowers.
The air out there
is hot and heavy.
Yesterday I rain-danced.
The malevolent sky
released two tiny, stinging drops,
no more. Oh, stop teasing!
Mother nature toying with you
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