The water receded,
Even before
The clouds disappeared,
Almost entirely,
From the canvas
Of the fiery sky.

The first to go dry,
Were the little falls,
And dancing streams,
Then finally, the meandering,
Lazy rivers.

But when the deep wells,
Gave up as well,
It was as if,
Earth had lost,
A valiantly fought battle,
And given in,
To the arrogant whim,
Of her scorching tormentor.

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