The language is necessary.

Monsoon, Please Not The Song (desert of contrast)

Attention and appreciation must be given to a desert Monsoon.
Windbells sharply chime and
The sky ruptures as timpani skin.
Televised attention whore mongers produce mimicked flashes
Through my cousin's shaded window,
But I heed only the naturale.
It rains,
It actually rains.
Palm trees line the streets with their arms raised high,
The still rain dance,
Hope for efficacy.
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