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