Desert Rain

Oft the days are dry and hot,

and life is hard to bear

I look above, but I forgot,

how to even say a prayer

The wind blows dry, choking dust,

“God,” I cry, “don’t you care?”

Dark clouds form, in the violent gust,

“Why?” I whisper in despair

Hope forlorn, in downpour caught,

as lightning flares

Then the thunder stills, so I review,

where death once reigned supreme

As gentle rain, life renews,

my desert has turned green.