Cliffside Conversation, Storm Brewing

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22 07 2026
The ancient earth is scarred and red,
Where desert sands and waters wed.
A silent stream, a sudden chill,
As heavy air hangs dark and still.
Two figures stand upon the shore,
Beneath the storm’s advancing roar.
In quiet talk, they watch the sky
Where jagged, blue-white arrows fly.
The lightning strikes the brush across,
A flash of light, a moment’s loss,
As rolling thunder breaks the heat,
And desert rains and rivers meet