Blade of grass
Withering in the oppressive heat
Hanging on to any and all chorophyll
In an attempt to stay vital
And live
Around it, the other blades
Have began to wither
And turn to brown.
Life threatens
To leave
And never to return.
Then clouds build
Gathering dark and heavy
With a crack of thunder
The sky opens up
And rain falls
In torrential fervor
The blade gasps
As it is pummled
But as the rain runs off
It takes a relieved breath
And smiles as the sun
Comes back to shine.
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