The smell of dirt is driven into the air

Disturbed by engorged droplets that land and spread like giant gelatine moulds

A greenish tinge colours the sky and the trees glow yellow

Calls to children fill the air

Urgent and slightly afraid

The birds sit eagerly on the powerlines (The Compares for the coming event)

They call everyone to their places and the audience to their seats

Lightening strikes and thunder warns

It is the last call

Lastly the birds take their positions, ready.

I to seek refuge and wait quietly for the event

All peer out, keen to see the production

Quiet descends as the firmament awaits the heavenly performance.

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