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It doesn't rain much this time of the year..
Arid climate dries out the earth.
Yet, recently it started raining, raining
rockets from the sky.
This type of rain doesn't soothe the dryness;

it doesn't help cracked land to recover..

The rocket outpour echoes lightning sounds intensly, mercilessly.
And then it shines on places hidden

and swallowed by the darkness of the night..

Smell of fear combines with the smoke of exploded droplets

that hit the targets of crunching people underneath the furniture,

or the luckier ones who spend days underneath the ground.

The consolation comes in with the seizing of the loud,

penetrating sounds allowing the breath to flow with an ease.

Until it rains next.

(To Hilda from me..MA '14)