Gray clouds abandon the turbulent sky
and fall to the earth, precious
drops descending, as if escaping
a grasping cosmic hand
wanting to hold life
to itself.
Brittlebush dances in the swirling wind,
waiting to be washed of the
dust and drought of the
desert, thirsting,
longing.
In a few hours the rain subsides
and the refreshed desert glistens in
sun rays breaking through
reluctant clouds, thrusting
light through jagged
opening in the
softening sky.
Dust settles. Mesquites breathe clean,
moist air. Desert flowers stand a little
taller, glow a little brighter. Ground
animals peak from deep burrows,
drawn by the smell of water.
All is as it should be.
As it should be.
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Comments2
You just did justice to some of the most barren places on the planet ... kinda beautiful in a desert kinda way... Neville
Kinda thank you, Neville. Thanks for reading and commenting. Roger
no problem roger, over and out....
Full of wonder............ you don't just see Nature, you channel her.
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