its coming.
wet.
heavy droplets of water.
falling from the sky like metal weights.
it collects on the ground
in puddles.
pools.
rivers.
oceans.
(motherfucking sharks.)
but it dissipates.
and disappears
back
into the sky.
evaporating.
forming clouds.
then moves on.
only to come back again.
but when it comes back
its different than before.
necessary.
the air is refreshing and cool.
even though the ground
is red with blood
and coated in
teeth that are
as sharp as razorblades.
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