Thirsting
There’s electricity in the air,
Trees stand silent and majestic
Branches raised high to the heavy laden clouds,
Hanging, large and almost bursting, in the air.
The wind has gone,
Slipping quietly between the branches
And whistling off to somewhere better.
The window at my side is clear,
Lightning flashes in my eyes
And thunder rumbles, low and ominous.
Yet the ground stays dry
And the trees thirst for rain.
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