Evaporating as quickly as it settles.
Our swollen rivers once thick
Were raging freely with an abundance of life-giving water
To quench the thirst of our nation.
I don’t suppose raindrops
Will fill the now dried rivers.
The empty beds of where the water once flowed
Is like a broken heart; empty, longing
To be filled,
To be nourished~
To breathe again.
Raindrops are like small prayers;
No matter how small a drop
Enough of them will
Enough to breathe again,
To quench our thirst….