The drought dragged on for years, and the people kept anxious eyes on the heavens.
“Oh to live under a cloud,” the priests said, but the fathomless blue of clear skies persisted.
Finally, roiling clouds gathered over the near dead earth and the ground received the downpour. Puffs of dust arose as, not raindrops but, spiders struck the terrain. They clogged the streets and swirled down the gutters into the sewers, and within days all yearned for winter when crabs would lie in brittle drifts against the sides of empty houses.
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Have you read The Very Old Man with Enormous Wings? I think you'd like it.
Great imagery here.
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