The night sky and I
Are not the best of friends
For as the crow flies
Her shade shifts to the reds

Melting into gray
Hinting at a downpour
But as breaks the day
I'm betrayed by my amour

For the ground is hard as stone
The rain won't come anytime soon
And I am left alone
In the scorching heat of noon

As I walk through the lifeless
Streets of the city
The heat makes me listless
And I can feel the decay

As my body begins to melt
And my sweat begins to rain
Dripping into the asphalt
I precipitate my pain

And gripe about the monsoon
To an audience of empty streets
I wish it would come soon
Because my sweat pours down in sheets.

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