The crop is yellow, now dying

Dust everywhere, and the wind

hauling, merciless, calling for rain

Long overdue

My land is burning.

– – –

Waiting patiently from dawn to dusk, weary

Thirsty for dignity, a bit of humanity

Hungry for hope, and barely breathing

Tasting despair

My heart is sinking.

– – –

But tomorrow, maybe, the rain will arrive

Compassionate and fully inclusive

Big-hearted, providing shelter for hope

Feeding life

Soon vibrant, thriving.