Opaque gray stretches out against the golden horizon
Soft patters strike the rooftops, quiet voices
promising the coming of autumn nights
Raindrops wash away the old stagnant heat of summer
leaving behind reborn air
Clear and cool as mountain dew
The world is quiet, lingering in the interlude
of morning light
Colors scrubbed away to their centers
Bright gems against the sky
from which the blue has run away.
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