Summer Rains
#2 of Esoterica
The hotted breath of summer's rage be calmed amid the sullen clouds. The hiss of Earth parched by rays abound, echoed beneath a liquid shroud. Nigh is time not for the hunt or leisure evening stroll. Shelter is the safest choice I say, back in your hole.
The fox won't trot, the bun won't hop nor birds chirp gleefully. The clouds release their ashen haul to make the sky a sea. A nest, a den, or burrow found inside a hidden glen. Seek shelter from this wash until the sky has fallen. Summer forces haze from Earth to rise up from the land. It flies away to start again, just as nature planned.