Drought

The dry air hot beyond bearing,

Microwave sun beating down on the earth,

Dry parched looking in despair for life giving rain

Patiently sets for what must come one day.

Grass brown

Dormant for the duration,

Trees struggling with tap roots digging deep,

Longing for wetness not felt for so long,

Some dying slowly their deep roots lifeless,

Forced to endure a long slow death,

Even if the rains come.

Thunder rolls across the dark sky,

Winds come with traces of moisture,

A torture for the leaves upturned to the sky,

Only drops falling a torture for thirst unquenched

Still yet to come we also wait,

Water now seen for what it is

A life giving gift

It clearness a thing of beauty

Longing for it once again to fall from the sky

Soaking the earth

Slaking it thirst,

Crack earth filled with the moisture it longs for

Like a lost soul seeking its God.