Dark-thirty black under clouds,
it smells like rain—summer’s dust
settled, each particle swelling to stick
to the thirsty redwood rail,
to one another, to unite us
with each breath of hope
after years of drought, though
not a drop, not a sign of wet—
it’s there in the dark, damp air.
drycrikjournal 
This is starting to be serious and I hope that rain will soon fall. It did in some areas of CA and Colorado got a lot. Hopefully…
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