vacation posting - 1 : left dry

Furrows left behind
A few drops here and there
But the earth is parched again
Thirsty, hungry
Only this time around
There’s no water

Travel the trellis
And the gullies and the ravines
Remnants of a season
Of rain and contentment
Some of the earth’s gone
Washed away, eroded
But there’s none of the water left

The heat gets unbearable
The earth’s on fire
Scurrying through the furrows
For a memory of water
There’s nothing to be found
But search it must
Coz there’s nothing else left

All that’s left to do
Is to wait
Look to the skies
For a squall
That might never come
Will never come

What if it never rains again?
What then?
The earth will crack up
Die a dusty death
And will wait for water
To come one final time
And wash away the ashes.