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At any moment it’s going to rain
making the world for miles around all wet.
As the sky’s growing darker the leaves get
anxious—Or is it me? No I remain
calm on this comfortable rock and see
it’s the branches above start to rustle.
Crickets chirring whir. Wild anise tussles
with the wind while the butterflies and bees
cling to its blue petals. Delicious leaves!
I chew on one; it’s sweet as the first drops
hit my shoulder quick as bullets—Cold stops
me from writing this. Yow! Where was I? Geeze
It’s like I bleed. My pencil tears the page.
Here I have to stop and let the storm rage.

Drawing by Akram.

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