I
rain shatters into small-pox scars
inoculating
summer against drought
II
clouds gather from the west
and the rains begin:
gentle drops finger
leathery leaves--
burn with a kiss of passion
burn with a flush of shame
burn as the sun through a glass brightly
burn fretted flesh
and scour granite
leathery leaves
fold tightly against the rain
rejecting the Passion
of this acid rain
Author notes
When summer is hot enough and the earth dust-caked, the first drops of rain can seem more destructive than life giving as they burst against the drought.
A contest entry
- Come and get your title... by Celticjedi.
600 points, ended January 19, 2008, 26 entries
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Comments
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Great job! You worked wonderfully with the title and created amazingly real feelings! I loved the description of the leaves, and how they recoiled from the rain when it started hurting them. Very different and unique. Thank you for entering, keep up the awesome work!

~Cj

