Rain in the desert

Rain in the Desert The desert sems quietly tolerant of rain - not really indifferent, but resigned to brief intrusions, allowing for a brief change of scenery from time to time. It has learned to live without water, and cloaks itself in browns and greys- asking no compassion for its permanent appearance It has existed a long arid time without pretense. Within its bosom, though are thirsty yearnings – quivering with anticipation as dark clouds form over the mountains, and a cool vanguard breeze reveals a coming storm. The parched land relents, allowing a robust encounter as storms release their deluge- erasing old trails and rushing through dry arroyos, in a frenzied dance. Venerable old desert has seen it all before and rides it out like a veteran, then yields for a while as bright colors appear across once-barren land Yucca, Saguaro, Desert Rose and Poppies joyfully take their places as they transform a wan stage into a Monet garden Free for a while in the fresh bathed air they offer allure to the weary scene but they remain wary of arbitrary monsoons. and cannot endure a long wait for clouds to turn dark again So, like hurried dancers leaving the stage as the curtain drops, they make their reluctant exit yielding once again to the rigid world of sand and stone under a burning sun . *** As evening arrives, the desert makes its bed once again - nods to a star- filled sky, and smiles at the stubborn foolishness of roots and flowers