A poem in desert rain.
Desert Rain
From ice to sand
the flight landed in coulds
so thick the rain sounded like
dirt shoveled against a window
with a big shovel.
All of my sun clothes stay packed
until the missing weatherman
crawls out of his hole
and changes desert rains
to dry desert plains
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