Hour 1

lightning cracks

ripping across dark skies

demanding dreamers awaken

thunder rumbles

stirring their hearts and imaginations

there is nothing like

rain in the high mountain desert

droplets pouring down

like a million answered prayers

longings

into the embrace of a parched land

that has waited far too long

there is nothing like

a flood of words, lines, shapes, colors

tumbling onto the empty page, canvas

like a million answered prayers

longings

to soothe the ragged edges of a parched soul

that has waited far too long

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