like wet clothes strung out on a clothes line
they hang
heavy with anticipation
over the horizon
i watch them grow
a silent brood
heavy with anticipation
i feel a familiar chill
a slight shiver
chemical reactions
weather balloons
charged ions
that time of the year
crossroads
recharge, renew
monsoon in my blood
monsoon running down my face
monsoon in my viens
heavy with anticipation
i wait
for the clouds to burst.
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