At one point I thought it would rain
crossed the wind of my childhood in the courtyards
the sky rushed the crystals and flowers
dew sparkled in anticipation.
thought it would rain
and thanked him with my body shuddered and
house and all its ghosts
gently spread its shadow.
As the day went
happened looking back our feet
tired and the heat was gaining ground from the center of the earth
as evil comes from the seed.
not believe more in the rain.
But my body is still afraid of the promise.
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