Much needed rain
Though drought it does not ease.
Standing outside gazing,
Looking skyward, thankful.
River and road become one before us
As cool muddy water rushes
To where no one knows.
We know this will not last–
Blistering heat will return to scorch our soles,
But it does not deter from this pleasantry.
Residents of desert and dwelling
Pleasure in this temporary reprieve.
Flowers dormant burst from their rocky tombs.
Living only days–
They know they are numbered
Falling prey to the vacationing solstice.
Withering to dust–
They return to the earth from whence they came.
This cycle they know oh so well.
Like the waters, all things recede
Back to the source of their creation
In hopes of reemerging one day
To grace the earth with their wondrous presence.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~