So rare, so precious
Puddles form and spread outward
Beads of water linger on leaves
Birds hide in trees and shrubs
Feather fluff out
Keeping them warm
Sunlight plays peek-a-boo
Through the dark low-hanging clouds
That ever shift and change forms
People rush from place to place
Staying out of the mositure
But once inside window viewing
Comes at every opportunity
Desert rain becomes
As precious as hoarded gold.
Will this happen tonight?
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