It happens that the land lies low
waiting for days to pass.
Nor breeze stirs leaves or plants that grow
between the yellowed grass.
The streams assemble cooler water
and slowly mix the flood,
and when the sea distance gets shorter
they carry waste and mud.
The sky above dramatically
marshals its angry clouds
which suddenly and radically
pour down a leaden shroud.
The rain dilutes the muddy brew
but flattens plants and grass
which after the deluge stand new
for a fresh day to pass.