1. The pitcher rumbling with thunder
Froth foaming in its flashes

2. Passion swirling with the breeze
Its handle creaking, gurgling as it pours

3. It marched the barren valley’s expanse
Until its tendrils trickled forth

4. And nearing, its spout glowed
Only to vanish, its flames extinguished

5. Until, once filled up
With water, it could take no more

6. Behind it, a hot wind blew south
Speeding its staggering, faltering course

7. The southern gale assailed its solitude
And it collapsed, broken, awry