The drought has lasted for so long,
this mist relieves the dread,
as odors rise
to lift our spirits
smelling the cleansing rain.
Aspirations lost for so long,
she let them drift away,
inhaling perfumed hope
that comes with the rain
washing love's angst away.
Both citywide and countryside relax,
as soft drops of future growth
drip gently down
upon all uplifted faces
raised to trust what will come.
Little girl lost, and found once more,
she is touched by hands
of supplicated gods
beckoning her homeward
to fulfill her fondest dreams.
Golden grasses nodding under weight,
dried and stiff, now supple
with desired dampness
at long last, to grow again
under sunlit skies come the dawn.
Feeling the joining so long sought,
walking in quiet contemplation,
breathing the air
of true love's expectation,
the eloquence of ambiance speaks.
Trembling leaves of sere trees
soak with botanical trust
sensing that sprouting
expansion must come soon,
while droplets drizzle down trunks.
Blooming with potential purpose
her tryst with love unfolds,
as she glows
exploding out to rejoin
the world, with expectations.
Tiny blossoms of harmony grow,
vividly colorful bursts of
petals and scent,
the fragrance of hopes
engendered by the moisture.
And thus the earth conspires to join,
as walking in gladness I come
to enfold her,
quenching all the thirst she knew,
she drinks of the cup of love at long last.