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The breeze hiccupped,
Its chest contracted
From the pressure
To the earth’s nerve

The air sneezed,
A convulsive expulsion
Of rain on the ground.

The gust coughed,
Repeatedly secreting
The mucus of anger
And rage from neglect.

The waves were

congested,
Stuffed up and
Not flowing freely.  

Then they were running,
Flooding the land
Because it was
Uncommonly cold.