down on her knees
beseeching
pleading for it to arrive
days without
a meager amount
she was dying
as time did pass
to be endowed
in its refreshment
would be a relief
towards the heavens
her hands
were stretched
asking earnestly
for the opening of clouds
to be replenished
her core so dry
ecstasy
had abandoned
her terrain
gone twas it life giving
dampness
which would allay
all of her anguish and pain
arid she'd been
all summer long
twas to long a period
being bereft
of those quenching drops
her ground so dusty
and lifeless
she'd pined
for the sweet moistening
to fill her with enlivening streams
a band of richly laden clouds
came as she pleaded
to the sky once again
she implored
to be saturated
monster drops
of rain poured down
which so soothed
her landscape's crust
enthralled twas she
to be in receipt
of its wetting balm
long she'd made supplications
to the sky
as her soil
had been excessively dry
on her knees
and her hands stretched
to the heavens
on high
the sky bequeathed
her its deliverance
as her death
twas drawing ever nigh