I.
The air is still and pleading;
the gears of the earth turn ever so slowly.
Heat sinks into the empty spaces,
swallows them up with a gasp.
II.
A sweet breeze enters the bedroom;
beyond the balcony, branches tremble.
A flash of lightning across the sky.
Thunder rumbles.
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