*Stanislav Sidorov*
Storm
The
Monsoon
Has
Come
At
Last,
And
In
The
Evening
A
Deluge
Swept
Past,
Lashing
The
House
And
Scattering
The
Trees,
Which
Shook
Down
Dancing
Leaves
To
The
Rain
Pocked
Earth.
Today,
Wet
Dust
Has
Formed
A
Crust
Over
My
Walk,
Which
I must
Wash
Away,
Before
It
Becomes
Another
Hot,
Dry,
Desert
Day.
The
Monsoon
Has
Come
At
Last,
And
In
The
Evening
A
Deluge
Swept
Past,
Lashing
The
House
And
Scattering
The
Trees,
Which
Shook
Down
Dancing
Leaves
To
The
Rain
Pocked
Earth.
Today,
Wet
Dust
Has
Formed
A
Crust
Over
My
Walk,
Which
I must
Wash
Away,
Before
It
Becomes
Another
Hot,
Dry,
Desert
Day.
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