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endless desire
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if california,
where the nights never lie,
we have many beautiful things
but we always seem lack the blessing
of any summer rain.
in the afternoon, though,
someone above showed favor among us
and let the rivers run through the clouds.
air so thick, you can barely breath it in.
a scent so heavy, it seems to weigh you down.
she dances in circles on the warm pavement.
rarely does she feel rain that does not chill
and ring cold throughout her bones.
rarely in these days does she feel any relief
from the constant heat.
the drip from her forehead is now from the sky and not from the blazing sun.
droplets fall thick. . .
a smile so big, her cheeks touch her eyes.
she sang out of tune, as she always does
and danced in the rain
while they beckoned her to come inside.
what a waste of summer rain
to spend the treat
on the dry side of the glass.
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