Dry crunchy dirt
Blazing hot sun
Gaping brown earth
Crackled scorched leaves
Dead prickly grass
Withered flowers fading
My soul feels the same desolation.
The heat of the summer sun drains me of thought.
I desire nothing else than to remain,
Immovable and weary. Drought
Has me stuck in sorrow, sadness and pain.
Night clouds gather
Cooler breezes blow
Raindrops steadily beat
Thunder answers lightning
Drops gather into streams
Muddy rivers swell
Dawn brings the rain so desired.
A sootheing storm carrying my burdens away.
My thoughts now swirl with purpose and
Hope refreshed. The new day
Nourishes me to stay committed to the task at hand.
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
Water, precious water from above.
