The weather has been fervid,
blistery,
that all my hope almost died
and, I was slowly
developing crevices.
But, as day eventually becomes
the night,
and light
becomes
darkness,
so does the dry season
with time become wet.
It was annihilating
but I believed that
sooner or later,
it was going to rain.
It did rain.
All my tribulations are now deep and in the ground.
Am whole again.
©awanjo
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