The Drought Breaks
By jvriesema
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The sea challenged the wind to a game of chess.
And the colours
of the sun were drenched in the late summer haze.
The drought began to break under silver clouds
that were laden with tears.
The horses listened,
their manes softly glowing in the aqua and orange light.
The sound of their hooves danced with
anticipation of the long-awaited rain .
The trees laden with dates in the summer
heat were caught by surprise as the wind tore
the fruit away from heavy branches.
The locusts stopped singing,
and the seagulls ran to places where
dreamers paint infinity.
Your blonde hair caught the wind while you
bellowed at the sky in your deep nordic voice;
a challenge to the storm for your own game of chess.
Upon ancient verandas drenched in spiralling ivy and sweet-scented
jasmin,
people drank their wine in silence
and waited for the
rains to come;
their conversation stilled by the music of the clouds.
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