The Drought-Drowner

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We used to be afraid of the rain, it used to be unwelcome: it would put end to all plan and get-together and reception. Today, the plainslands split open the underbelly bloat of the sky and wetted in the spill-out, drank-up the gush. The stuff of the heavens just broke and splattered us and scattered our drought. And instead of retreating into our houses, we stood collective – looking skyward with our tongues out.

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