Rain

the witch doctor...dressed in all his splendour waiting for the right moment. slowly moving his feet he starts the dance, dancing for the rain gods....other elders of the tribe use their staffs to bang on the ground . so many months since it rained the earth was parched and cracked livestock's dying of thirst children crying with hunger. without water...... nothing grows no grass for the herds no grain for the simple flat bread the swollen tummied children wait suddenly a droplet falls to the ground all look up in anticipation hands outstretched waiting to grasp any wetness fine misty rain landed on their bodies cooling their boiling skin the sky darkened rain came down in torrents signs of the return of life can be seen Petricho no one can describe fills the air the parched earth reveales it's hidden jewels rain can kill, rain can bring forth life. without rain, life would cease. penned June 4 2016