Drought
The rain holds on tight to the sky
as the clouds darken the room with shadows
shattering the daylight
Beyond the back door
the creek beds wait
cracked and empty
Only the faded violet thistle still grow along the path
Outside of the windows
the gray promises
taunting...
Time whispers a slow exhale
as the pale sun spills upon the dry earth
Another day, it will come
an endless downpour
music on the roof
Another day, it will come
Angela Minard 2013©
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