The heavens cry, dousing tears upon baked earth.
The rhythmic wash upon the ground, relentless.
Whispers yet formed, uttered wordless by heaven's breath.
Washing away our sins and merits.
Whence light forms, the lightning clash.
Dancing spectres through the inky skies.
A fleeting moment of existence, and an eternity of naught.
Spectacles to be seen only once and never to return.
A symphony of light and darkness,
A tussle between heaven and earth.
I am satiated to remain merely,
A witness of the present.
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