Hot Rain

Up in the dark sky,
the clouds brewed
a hot rain. I heard thunder,
but I didn’t see
striking light.

It poured down on the
green grass
and trees
and kicked up humidity
you could cut
or move through
as you would a fog.

A hot rain fell down
and struck me,
but I never looked above,
fearing the frightful origins of
that dog day’s broth.

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