Summer in Gaza

In the rain of the rockets

there’s no water.

Metal rain.

In the rain of the rockets

there’s no sunshine.

Smoke rain.

Black rain.

In the rain of the rockets

there’s no life.

Death rain.

Life ending rain.

Death without life rain.

In the rain of the rockets

there’s no hope.

Deaf rain.

Deaf rain.

Deaf rain.

Death rain.

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