Kuruman River Reserve, South Africa - © Jesús Montero
The rain that never was,
Filled your pinky skies.
Like cotton balls.
Suspended,
Up high,
Traslucent.
The rain that never was,
Retained
By a selfish sky.
Explosive,
Protective,
Ungiving.
The rain that never was,
Vanishing
In front of my eyes,
Never to caress
The velvety gleam,
Of the burning sand.
© Jesús Montero
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