Night sky, teasing with its black clarity.
Full moon watching silently.
Two lone clouds venture ever nearer to one another,
trading the security of their solitute for contact in the night sky.
The oriole senses the mounting pressures as he leaves his perch and silently seeks cover.
First one drop, then another... slowly building, a hungry storm.
The eyes of only minutes earlier do not recognize this new sky,
yet climb to the surface to capture each fleeting flash.
Pinpricks of cool rain dance on skin,
rolling downward to the parched earth.
The Titans watch with their thunderous laughter.
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