We walk about bristly in the heat of the day, not knowing when it will happen.
Some watch mere predictions on picture screens before setting out to complete routine tasks;
but who is to say what will happen for the unknown dwells with us.
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The downpour occurs and the smell of dampened earth cuts the once humid air; The ground is filled with myriads of liquid puddles collected in different places. Those who are armed hold up their array of colorful shields to fend off the heavy invasion, whilst those who are not, scamper about in astonished utter despair. ------- well written poem in a narrative style...well done...thanks for this meaningful piece...