To bring in the sea’s evening wind the rising tide of the air again
Into the sun’s rays it pours not the rain that the ground pleads for
But the gnashing thrashing pull of the anger of the sea complete with the roar
Not a mind at ease
As it tears across the shores and grips everything hard
Tug
Sending birds careening silent confused from trees
The rattling rattles the swinging swings
The trees screaming into the silent swiftness
Water
But it brings none
Another day without a drop the ground craves
The plants beg
The sun’s rays fade into the evening which does not rain
The grass remembers a balance the yellow cries into the dry whipping winds
Something falls
Crash
An undertow lashes in
The summer storm without rain
While the setting sun sets innocently
Idly
By
We did this to ourselves
The summer storm with no rain
Not even the hopes of it tethering us down
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