Return of Emerald Dream

The summer sun sucked the simmering sky desert dry, clumps of grey cloud spawned by the moist horizon, torn in thwarted winds of failed storm they tried to fly. The clusters desiccated except for a pained lone one. In the course of scorched and sad sail it could save for the aborted summer storm a swelling tear drop. The squall decimated and seared in the heat wave, the molten grief dripped morphing into a raindrop. At the edge of the wasteland a solitary tree grieved, the parched foliage drooped, rains didn’t hear its call. Still holding hope on the slim stem an upright leave found on its wilted and sapless face a raindrop fall. In the summer sky the adrift and saddened lone cloud didn’t whimper as under the sun it felt its future burn for quenching the thirst of a dying leaf it was proud. Waned life saw in tear raindrop emerald dream return. November 18, 2018