That's all that remained, of the, predictions of the rains from, weeks, ago, here and there, one, two, three, four, in the, sporadic places in this, house…
The wings of, termites, we used to, use these, pests as, predictions of the coming of the, GREAT FLOOD, and yet, the termites had all, overstayed, their, welcome (we'd, SQUATTED them all D-E-A-D, like they were, blood-sucking, mosquitoes, ZAPPED all of them, away!), and yet, the skies are, blue as, ever, doesn't look like it's, gonna, rain…
what remained, of the, memories of the rains of, days on end from before...photo from online
So, apparently, the termites had it, WRONG! As they appeared, in the, GREAT MIGRATION, that doesn't mean a thing, that's just, a cycle of life in the world of, nature then???
The wings of termites, with the, fading, memories of, what once was, but is now, no more. A reminder of a past gone, and NEVER, coming, B-A-C-K again. The wings of termites, they're, scattered, all over this, old house, with the old ghosts that haunt this, place.
And everything here is old, dusty, with that, moldy, smell…………
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