Then the mountains fell silent. The leafless shrubs pretended they did not exist, awaiting mountain’s endorsement of their terrestrial existences.
The night’s silence broke through stacks of brown mountains .The wind blew in their faces as though it was flowing water and the monsoon had arrived. The fact is that the monsoon has already come and gone .There was no water flowing ,only brown sandy space with the west wind whirling in it.
The cloud that would bring water has come and gone and there would never be water only blood from recent wounds. After the miners have come and gone there will be large circular holes.You stand on their rims guessing where their inky darkness ended.