Tiny drops fall from the eaves,

their journey a long way to the ground below.

Many weeks have gone by

since water has kissed the parched earth.

Plants, who have not succumbed to the heat

drink thirstily.

Creatures open their mouths,

hoping to get relief.

And the pores of the earth

accept what is left.

A silent prayer goes up to the Heavens

for this brief respite

and hopes are sent forth

for more rain to come.

Surely, a sign will follow.