Wednesday, August 15, 2012

I smell rain on the desert's horizon

In the drought plagued lands
The dust so thick it chokes
I smell a coming storm
Where the earth will renew
Joy will emerge from behind the cloak
The veil pulled back demure
Revealing the plague's harm
Skin cracked not smooth
The dreams of paradise lure
Sleep from the sleepless
The storm rises
The rain falls
Upon the floor
Of the desert
Where the world once laid
Green and abundant