The
rolling rumble
choked
my lungs.
Through
the glass pane,
the
sky lit up,
a
wave of white light.
The
stars were thinking
beyond
cloudless heavens.
No
air seeped through
the
barricade of shutters.
No
reprieve from damp heat.
The
downpour came and went.
And
when darting daytime broke
only
sparse puddles
circled
the house,
had
settled on the bench and chairs.
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