No Rain in Sight

The dry dusty earth would cry out for rain if her
voice was not parched, burnt from the sun
Her ashy, arid skin just dust picked up and
and carried by hot dry winds
Burnt foliage crumbling into dandruff
Falling to the crispy cracked earth
Small lakes now reduced to puddles
Boats pulled to shore, languishing
Mud puddles, dry, fissured resembling
crushed egg shell
Birds circling endlessly, searching for water
to drink and bathe
Victoria Ramsey @2015

2 thoughts on “

    1. That is so sweet of you! I don’t fancy myself a writer, I just jot down what comes to mind. I’m sure your words are much better. I keep praying for rain! Have a wonderful day. 🙂

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