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Poetry: When it rains

by Susana Berryman

The wind blew hot gusty droughts of air across the fields.

Sand lifted from arund the grass tufts and felt like needles on our skin

The sky was black with clouds of water but not willing to share a singe drop.

Thirsty plants held up their branches reaching out for water

Birds chirped louder and louder trying to be heard above the

sound of the whistling wind

Finally the clouds could not hold their burden any longer and the rain

poured down upon the land

The wind blew the clouds out to sea leaving behind the fresh

fragrance of rain washed earth

The sun burst out from behind the clouds and shone down upon a

bright new day.

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