calm and quiet
cicadas hum
the smell of rain
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Photo: Monsoon Sky, Arizona, c.b.w. 2018
There’s that moment right before the monsoon winds kick in and the rain starts rushing down. No sound, except for the gentle hum of cicadas as they usher in the storm. It’s a moment to breathe and feel the enormity of the sky and the gentle movements of life.
Words: c.b.w. 2019
desert sand
fades into fog
monsoon spell
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Photo: Arizona Fog, c.b.w. 2016
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2018
a rainbow
stitches broken clouds
scattered rain
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Photo: Monsoon Rainbow, Arizona, c.b.w. 2018
Words: haiku
the leaves are
still and silent
storm clouds descend
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Photo: Arizona Sky, c.b.w. 2017
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2018
gray clouds
push the wind
early monsoon
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Photo: Monsoon Clouds, Arizona, c.b.w. 2015
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2017
C.B. Wentworth 