Barren cracked land

simmers underneath my feet.

Gotta keep walking.

Move past the mirages

of false promises and pretty lies.

Can't stop, there's only one thing.

The driving force

behind my blood-stained footprints.

I follow the clouds

in fruitless effort.

Craving water for my parched lips.

I would call them back to me,

but every time I try

my mutilated voice falters

and I am silent again.

Silent until at last

the sun is hidden from view.

Roiling gray thunderheads applaud,

awarding me with the sweet rain.

I dance and dance under the drops,

Smiling blindly upward,

hands raised to the sky.

The drought is lifted.