by Mel A ROWE

Drought Breaker

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Hell’s heat rises from parched sunburnt earth.
Once flush creek beds – bone dry crevices.
They wait. Thirsty.

A whip crack echoes.
Electricity builds in the air.
Curling breezes whisks a red dust whirlwind.
It covers the sun like a curse and bloodies the sky
Clouds, long, grey and thick, roll like an inverted sea.
Jagged javelin lightening spears the darkness.

The rumble rolls through sweltering bodies.
Cicators scratch their humming song.
Birds shudder dust riddled plumage.
Green tree frogs blink at harsh light
And bark like warning trumpets.

You can smell it. Taste it.
Almost touch it.

Please break this drought and bloody rain.

Thank you to all my wonderful followers for not ditching me over my break. To my new followers, welcome. Hope you all enjoy the show for 2016.  Mel.Xx

FYI – photo is mine. 

11 thoughts on “Drought Breaker”

  1. Welcome back Mel 🙂 Lovely picture and evocative words to go with it. We had our first bit of rain for a few months here in Cape Town this week – went running in it last night. Bliss.

    Hope you have a great 2016 ahead – looking forward to swapping words and tales…

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  2. We might not have run in the rain, but did dance, skip and splashed around in muddy puddles with the dogs like kids (except with beer in hand). Happy New Year Nik, here’s hoping for nothing but the best for you and your beautiful for 2016. 😀

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  5. I can’t wait to read more. Your Instagram pics are awesome too! Makes me want to spend some time in the country.

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