Barren land hungry for a donation of moisture
Unshaken, yet barely alive in nature
Waiting patiently without over demanding
For a share of the element that will help it survive.

Wind had unmasked the tender layer of soil
That covered the texture of endurance and
The melting sun had portrayed a thief of grave
Diggers while evaporating the gift of live.

Visitors were far in-between and broken dreams
Had taken their lives hopes mercifully without remorse
And what little remain was close to being removed
From its existence on the earth.

Suddenly a dark cloud hovers majestically above
The skies and a flood gate opens the feeding mouth
That will nourish the land as a smile comes from within,
Even though it is too late for me.