Red earth, pouring rain

I feel the weather
Through every pore. 
When the sky is aflame with heat
And the wind feels sore
My skin thirsts moisture.

This dryness saps strength
Strips away happiness.
And my body, like the earth
is left bereft.
Laid bare, as it were.

But when the air is swollen
The earth runs red
With pouring rain
Then joy blossoms deep within.
Every sense tingles,
Pulses with life
Like the fertile earth.

Our bodies are barometers
Of the world around us.
Yes, we fool ourselves
With half-truths
About our lives,
Our changing planet.
But our senses, like the earth, do not lie.

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