Hotter 'n hell during the day
Heat bakes the brain like a cake
Hot enough to fry an egg on a rock
Dryer than old wood
Dry enough to put cracks in the creak beds
Desperate for water
Clouds building on the horizon
Coolness coming on
Colors starting to change
Rain falling
Rivers rising
Rinsing the dryness away
Plants blooming after a rain
Perfect in their fragility
Perishing when the hot dessert sun returns
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