Whatever it is.

It’s just a myth.

For we.

The Karachiates.

Have never seen it.


The way.

They say it does.

In the west.

Yes, sometimes.

Some rare times.

We do see.

Little drops.

Washing over the dust.

The dust.

That layered our trees.

Our homes.


Our hearts.

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