Skies Are Clear

Darkness has lifted; skies are clear
Gray clouds have sailed away
Gloom has lifted the forlorn ground
It waits for sunlight
But, too late in day
Sun has dipped below horizon
Ground cries out to be bathe in light
Sun, glimmers a ripple
Tomorrow is your time finally
Ground leaps for joy;
Settles into sleep unitl tomorrow

Parched Land

Upon the parched Earth
Lies barren brown grass,
With dry cracked dirt,
Waiting for a drop,
Waiting for the drop,
Waiting for rain
To come, give it a drink,
To revive it from,
A long hot, many months
Of dry, humid scorching days.