Thunder in the distance
Rumbling ominously
This dry dry earth longs for those
Precious few drops that promise to fall
The wind blows the dust around
The wind blows the dead leaves around
The wind blows the hot dry air around
The wind just blows and the sky is brown
The wind stills for a moment
And the earth sighs
But the rain does not fall
Not a single drop to quench her thirst
There is a long long pause
And then nothing
The wind sighs a silent sigh
And then a drop falls
Another drop follows
The earth holds her breath
And another drop falls
and then another
Pretty soon the rain smell follows
Forgotten is the heat and the dust
Forgotten is the oppression
Only concentration on the drops
Each drop life giving
Each drop rejuvenating and cool
Each drop precious
Each drop quenching her thirst
Bloemfontein SA
Dry does not even begin to describe it