Warren Augustus de Guzman - Daydreaming

Raindrops cascaded down the building’s glass window face
And poured into the garden, flooding the dirt with murky water.
It has been a month since the last rainfall of this magnitude.
And it would be three whole days before any more would come.
The greens were already a shade of yellow earlier that day,
Nobody had bothered to slosh any form of moisture on the plants…
It was just too hot to think about the plants.

In fact, it was too hot to think of anything.
Which would explain why this bit of prose comes just now,
And not on that day itself which should have been the case.

Warren Augustus de Guzman

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