sacred clouds

The languor of a hot summer day vanishes in thin air.

She runs her eyes along the sky as the cool breeze sweeps her hair.

Slowly, dark and wild clouds crawl across the sky.

Getting thicker and darker heralding a heavy rainfall.

As the first drop of rain moistens the earth, a feeling of gratitude washes over her.

Mother earth was desecrated by harsh weather.

Pristine wilderness bows to sky for its blessings and healing magic.

The blessedness of darkness, it’s all there!

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Magic”