Drought breaks dust

Rust red desert rain climbs out of the sky, slow as the  
Long stocking leg first out of a convertible
Unwinding, unwieldy from the jabbering clouds, 
Tendons crackling thunder as the skin breaks
Into hesitant sweat.

This limb belongs to a mob boss's mistress, 
Hidden under
Hierarchy as these clouds cowered in dispersion,
Guarding moisture like virtue, gilding lightning breaks with lies.