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A jagged arrow
lit up the night
and
crystal drops
struck the earth
with a
sizzle...

The scent of love rose...
warm...
from the
red earth
in pouring rain.



( This poem was written during crew rest, one stormy night, as our aircraft made its way though turbulent skies. Dry and safe inside, under the muted night lights, from my cosy curtained seat, I saw the lightening outside my window... and I inhaled... deeply, instinctively, to catch the wafting scent as the first few drops of rain struck the parched earth, far below...)