Drench

Streaking on and down, piercing
rare air and ozone, gaining
pace and chill, awaiting

Impact. Earthworms flinch,
dog walkers run for cover,
choral grass blades unison hiss.

Cracked red faces curl a lip
as red-plastic boots stamp oxbows
to peals of gleeful giggles.

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