Heavy purple clouds weep over the city,
Followed by an occasional thunderous boom
Rain gathers in quiet puddles

Petrichor fills the air
Everything takes on a moistened shine
And the breeze becomes a chill

A jagged streak of light divides the sky
Quicker than the blink of an eye
Revealing a sky of constant change

I long for You —
I pant for You —

Desperately, I scream, internally,
Till my face is blue —

Here, there is no water,
Only rock, capturing no dew;
But devastatingly reminds me:
There is no home but You!