All day,
The mountains have been bandaged
By a gauzy haze.
All day,
The sun has been a glare,
Though its heat has waned.
All day,
Insect noise has been diminished
To random punctuation.
And now,
At evening,
Clouds lower
Into place.
Stars hide
Their light.
The air trembles
In expectation.
Rain.
Chilled air.
Change.
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