Foraging finch, led amiss.
Madescent billows roared, as clouds enshroud
And a sudden cascade coalesced
With a well-timed jet stream & menacing westerly wind.
It’s a monsoon, pitch, and roll!
Months spent sifting unseen white sand.
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