The Raindrop
Wild hot winds whip with abandon
swirling down the steep canyons
sucking moisture from the atmosphere
spreading around, helter skelter.
I am withering in these California canyons
where dying trees rattle like skeletons
in the brittle heat and kindling brush.
Fear of fire haunts the hillsides
while homesteads huddle
in suffocating valleys.
I languish in the stagnant air
for want of refreshment
when unexpectedly
I feel a miracle…
…a solitary raindrop
splashing down upon my head!
The clay baked earth sighs with relief
as it embraces the liquid staccato
of raindrops, slap and splatter.
For each drop is a pure jewel
sent forth from heaven’s fount
reviving a parched and thirsty land.
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