Desert and Rain

In lands where sun-scorched sands do lie,

A barren, silent, endless sky,

The desert breathes a heated sigh,

In solitude, where time stands by.

Yet, whispers stir in heated air,

A promise made, from who knows where,

The clouds, they gather, dark and fair,

With rain to quench the desert's prayer.

Each drop, a melody of life,

That cuts through drought like sharpened knife,

Bringing a change, ending the strife,

In harmony, where once was rife.

The desert blooms, a rare delight,

With colors, vivid, breaking night,

A dance of joy in rain's soft light,

Where once was empty, now is bright.