Be-Muddled and En-Clayed

Dry and stifled

Dying of thirst

Then the water

It comes

It comes

Fierce

And hard

At first

The latter

Drizzle

The true

Anomaly

Just not the way

Desert rain

Is supposed to be

To continue

The fall

The grey

The incessent

Pitter patter

The mind

Numbing

Sense dumbing

Liquid drumming

Of the ling grey

Horns of rain

The oearls of the sky

Liquid life

Rolling into your eye

The desert

Bewildered

And befuddled

Doesnt know

What

To do

Or be

When bemuddled

And enclayed

By rain

That stays more

Than just one day

Oh the desert

Couldnt live

On the coast

Rain there

Dont play

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