Dry desert heat – on and on for weeks

Wild fires thrive and acres turn to ash

Irrigation ditch-water keeps lawns and hay fields alive

But this New-England transplant feels withered and desolate

On the sultry breeze, heavy, humid

Moisture laden atmosphere, looming gray and ominous

Thunder rolls and the warm wind

Sends clouds, pregnant with moisture, directly overhead

A few drops tease - the horses in the field turn away and huddle close

Softly, in the now muggy air, a rain shower begins

My soul is refreshed in the wetness off the downpour

I am cooled and feel alive again

The wet earth smells musky from years of supporting livestock

So much like the farm of my free-spirited childhood

I am alive again and my spirit will flourish

Rain, life giving rain, has replenished and given reminders of freedom and joy