Every so often my desert is watered,

4 to 6 inches of annual rainfall,

I drink it as a can,

But wait so patiently for months on end,

I'll sit so perfectly still,

I'll keep my back straight, meet my obligations, 

I'll be so good and deserving for when the rain decides to arrive.

But what do I do in the meantime?

Dream of pools and lakes and bays and oceans?

I'll kick rocks across my barren valleys,

Passing time in vain,

I can doodle raindrops in the sand

As I complete my ledgers-

One day swells will come and wash away the toil and soothe the pain.