Drizzle

A lazy drizzle marks it approach

with clouds cast over earth

long before it’s decent.

A crisps breeze,

seemingly unending,

passes, displaying strength and speed.

Water meets earth

it’s meeting, rings through the air

but I smell no wet clay.

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