The Rain Dance

Her hills
And valleys
Neglected
Yet fertile
Dry
But not barren
From
Much wanted
Drops of
His rain.
A longing
Wind
Blew through
The depressions
And earth
Called out
To the sky
For showers
To dampen
Her hollows
Her mounds
Her foliage.
At last
He heard
Her cries
And saw
The careless
Disregard
For her
Survival.
He hurried
To bathe
Her
Glistening
Drops
Sliding down
Crevices
Rushing
Into the basin
Of her being.
She stretched
Renewed
Refreshed
And shimmered
Beneath
The deluge
He bestowed.
Flowering
Tenderly
She turned
Her face
To his sky
Willing the
Clouds
To stay.