Last night the other shoe dropped
Heavy trees uprooted by high winds
An ochre dust covering the city lights
And then it rained for the first time
After several months of searing heat
And just yesterday I was reading all
About Proserpine the Goddess Natura
And the fairy-tale of her flight
Her slow fading from medieval minds
The forgetting of her holy rites
And now where she stood and spoke
A smiling weatherman predicts
Another rain will pass us by
Though the sky stay gray and thick
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