like a child
Rich in mischief,
the rains, seem to
play their pranks.
dark expectant clouds
Hover . . .
and then,
as a satire
elope with the wind.
the lands blush . . .
Is it embarrassment?
embitterment?
or yet,
Could it be
the facial expression
prior to their cries?
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