Burnished, parched Earth, shades of orange and brown
Eschewed her gossamer dress, veiled green gown
Denuded, She waits for rain.
Animals are dying, loss of fodder
Thirsty herds gather at tanks for water
Patiently, they wait for rain.
The garden wilts, though I water often
Wings of creatures in bright sunshine glisten
The pollinators need rain.
The flowers lack sweet nectar, drones have none
The dismayed swarm, stricken, may soon be gone,
Hive and honeycomb dried out.
Flying insects seek water to survive,
The sweat I bring aids their little lives,
Testing tolerance, no doubt.
Humidity lacking, nostrils stinging,
My tongue swells, nose bleeds from dust invading
I wait for rain, this death bout?
Wreaking havoc, dust devils summoning.
Saints preserve us from gritty storm’s fouling
Send gentle rain, we despair!
Hasten the moisture, wet timber and grass.
Assure us the fire from heaven does pass.
Restore the landscape so fair.
Scourged by water’s lack, all of Earth is bent.
Subdued by chastening so duly sent
Please refresh by waters flow.
We dance and sing, we bow in gratitude.
Hope for a future of life now renewed.
Grace abounds with seed to sow.
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