More About Rain
The great Serengeti's broad
face lies in the African sun,
dry, weathered, cracked,
thirsty for the season.s tears
Storm clouds gather on her
brow like an old lady's curls
Promises, promising
An empty promise
...The rains are too late
The children of the Serengeti
lie down on her dusty bosom,
never to rise again
A desperate waiting fills the
air
At last, a single drop of rain
falls on the delicate skin of
the vast plain, then another
and another
There but for an instant,
before it vanishes into the
scorched earth
Another drop, then ten, then
dozens, then hundreds, until
the broad face that is the
Serengeti smears through the
downpour
Watering holes fill and
breach, streams and rivers run
like locomotives
Mysterious fish pop out of the
mud
Sweet grasses leap up in the
night
Yesterday the majestic
canvas was devoid of life
Today, overflowing, a palette
gorged with color and life…
the cycle begins anew
The Serengeti awakes!
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