Three long years,
It has been.
Barren, dead,
- Lifeless.

Look to the horizon,
Devoid of life.
Behind you,
Dead and rotten.

To the right,
Nothing.
To the left,
Even less.

Moving forward,
Clouds of dust,
Following you,
With violent intent.

Critters scramble,
Avoiding the approach,
Of thumping steps,
And angry dust.

Scarce evidence,
Of anything:
Anything alive.
Why?

Then it started.
A drip.
A drop.
Upon a cheek.

Suspicious,
Look to the sky.
Grey clouds,
Never looked so friendly.

Embracing the sun,
Coating it’s bitter gaze.
More drips.
More drops.

All falling blissfully,
Covering desperate land.
Tears of joy,
All falling blissfully.

Bring change,
To despaired lands.
Bring change,
To despaired people.

Beautiful colors,
Extending far,
From lands of desperation,
To new lands of hope.

Red, orange, yellow,
Green, blue, purple.
Bringing new hope.
Bringing new life.