Clouds found barking
This evening a wet cat
Darkening in the sunset rain
A flowerbed left behind the storm
This little stream dry at summer time
Without water for decades
Yet its track doesn’t disappear
Raining upstream
Water coming from the sky
This little stream
Barely flowing for a while
Wet sandy bed sprouting past memories
Doesn’t flow to a sea
Never to a river nor a lake
Fading little stream covered in the shades
Of the little plants and grass – flowering so fast
Noisy outside, noisy inside
Noisy everywhere
Trains of thoughts racing with gaze
No mist no vapour along their grace
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