Dry Land
At the end of the day
as the large orange orb
sank into the distance
a misty pink glow
sat upon the western sky
in the stillness of the evening
where not even a whisper of wind
dared break the silence
the oppressive heat of the day
had slowly dissipated
as dusk settled cooling
the baked ground
the summer heat blanched
the grass, flowers and shrubs
wilted they hungered with thirst
clinging with hope for rain
looking to the skies with promise
a few clouds had drifted in
giving little hope to the thirsty land.
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