Searching For Rain
An expanse of pregnant clouds gather
I hesitate mid-step in petrichor air
anticipating a breakthrough, a rumble
the rain.
A lone desert tortoise roots for water
as he subsists on tiny droplets
he hunts for pearls of condensation
collecting on sparse foliage
scarce puddles of liquid gold
that form in the early morning dew.
Searching for rain in the desert wastelands
a lone bald eagle scavenges for food
to feed to her young fledglings
who eagerly await her return.
The desert languishes, barren and lifeless
waiting in anticipation at the dawn of day
day after day, month after month
until today...
As now, I look and wait, fresh rain appears
heaven sent, it's moist jewels escape
from the sky, falling down in heavy droplets
upon the thirsty ground
bringing new life to a dry and weary land.
Rewritten on 1/11/2017
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