I Miss

In the midst of fiery crises I miss cool, shady oases O, Fountain, spring forth your fresh water revive my land to evergreen O, Abdim's storks, will you perch my neem? O, white-feather, flaunting egrets harbingers of rain, and night croaking toads, I've missed your glad tidings again In the midst of hot desert dunes I miss monsoons and rows of sorghum demarcated by a sorrel hedge I miss evening drizzles and their running clouds nightly torrents and showers between sunshines