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.