Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Dec 21, 2008 3:40:18 GMT -5
RAIN IN THE DESERT
Clouds billow over jagged red peaks
But never advance
Taunting the thirsty sand desert below
And its parched inhabitants
Ever scurrying to the moving shade
Of the sun in its circuit
Over convected vegetation
Then it happens
Some overstuffed cumulus
Breaks over and blows
In your direction...
Begins to shower you in anticipation
Of relief you have sought...
Refreshing you imagine
So close now and real
But the promise has been taken
Evaporated into thin air
A Virga of rain
That never can fall
To the ground
Where its needed...
Parched...
Pray again...
Break through...
More till it brings...
Not a shower,
But a life changing flood...
Ever altering the landscape,
And sweeps away all debris...
© IRIS WOYTOWICH
Clouds billow over jagged red peaks
But never advance
Taunting the thirsty sand desert below
And its parched inhabitants
Ever scurrying to the moving shade
Of the sun in its circuit
Over convected vegetation
Then it happens
Some overstuffed cumulus
Breaks over and blows
In your direction...
Begins to shower you in anticipation
Of relief you have sought...
Refreshing you imagine
So close now and real
But the promise has been taken
Evaporated into thin air
A Virga of rain
That never can fall
To the ground
Where its needed...
Parched...
Pray again...
Break through...
More till it brings...
Not a shower,
But a life changing flood...
Ever altering the landscape,
And sweeps away all debris...
© IRIS WOYTOWICH