Rivers Cross the Sky

When atmospheric rivers Race cross the desert sky, Saguaros lift their joyful arms, Wind cheers through breath full sigh! Tiny drops of rain, like mist Kiss the thirsty lands, Roots and twig and tiny leaves Of Palo Verde stands. Dry creeks wake from slumber, Dead rivers rise and flow, Where there was only dry parched ground A few warm days ago... When atmospheric rivers Race 'cross the desert sky The withered land rejoices, And truly, so do I!!