Six months of unberable heat
and dry stubble have taken its toll,
The weak have perished,
strong survived and
heards have been culled

Wildlife in the throngs of death,
in anticipation of the forth coming rain,
huddle under dreary trees-
that loom above the coarse harsh terrain,

Clouds wildly swoop in to cover the bright sky-
frantically diminishing the presence
of the scorching sun's rise

Clouds pregnant with hope burst open
to the rumble of thunder,
Lightning dominating, illuminating
announcing the birth of new born water

The Savanna is in finally in her high season...