The Rain
The rains fell, briefly,
On the mercilessly scorched earth,
but vanished, just as briefly;
Hot steam now blanket the earth,
The heat seeped into every place;
Once a relief from the heat,
Now every shady place,
Filled with gunky steamy heat.
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