When the first storm arrives, you know that it is the end
of summer.
Nature is at its finest, the moment after landfall:
Longing ends –
the first drops
of rain start seeping down the cracks of arid soil.
The waves sway with playfulness to the fishermen at sea.
With one touch, the freshness of the wind
soothes away all stress the sun has showered us with.
Before every tragedy, we are reminded
that things can be perfect.
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