The drought has lasted for so long,

this mist relieves the dread,

as odors rise 

to lift our spirits

we smell the cleansing rain.

Aspirations lost for so long,

she let them drift away,

but senses the perfumed hope

that comes with the rain

washing away the pain.

Both citywide and countryside relax,

while soft drops of future growth

drip gently down 

on uplifted faces raised 

trusting in what will come.

Little girl lost, and found once more,

she is touched by hands

of supplicated gods

beckoning her homeward

to fulfill her fondest dreams.

Golden grasses nodding under weight,

dried and stiff, now supple

and dampened

at long last, to grow again

under sunlit skies after dawn.

Feeling the joining so long sought,

walking in quiet contemplation,

breathing the air

of expectation,

she skips towards her goal.

Trembling leaves of sere trees

soak with botanical trust

that sprouting

expansion must come soon,

while droplets drizzle down trunks.

Blooming with potential purpose

her tryst with life unfolds,

as she glows

exploding out to rejoin

the world, with expectations.

Tiny blossoms of harmony grow,

with colorful bursts of

petals and scent,

the fragrance of hopes

engendered by the moisture.

And thus may it ever be so my love, 

walking in gladness I come

to enfold her,

erasing all the thirst she knew,

she drinks of the cup of love at long last.