nature toys with us
I ask for rains-
blue or otherwise
my lines have stopped raining
words dried out in the heat
I TOY WITH BLUE BLANKNESS
induced by wordy heat
raining words are a dream now
When twilight rains blue light,dry scattered dust toys with heavily humid air.
Grey moon grimaces, wishing for a cloud to hide her facade behind it.
Finding none, she shrivels and shuts herself in and disappears after days.
My muse died in this heat. So I can't think of anything other than the above short verse.