The sky holds her rain

heavy clouds rising higher

away from a desperate soil

in a desert dry world

we hold the memory of water

as the lakes recede

and bring up their dead

no more the careless days

of running through the hose

as the snows fall shallow

and the rains do not come

a summer extended

into a year-round dry season

as hopeful faces look upward

searching for a downpour

to tip the balance – Caroline A. Slee