Drought began to colonise the air, like a daytime ******,
He, sat, in a prayer like position counting his few blessings.
Blood drenched, a speck of dust in a daydream.
At odds with the cycles of nature and life itself.
Or so it seemed.
He dreamed of a life made up of sunlight and half-clear images of picture perfect happiness.
His throat ached and his feet were mangled like tree branches confused.