We wait for rain

to soothe the ground

and take away its burn

the grass is scorched

the trees look weak

the flower petals crinkle

and turn brown

we wait for rain

to comfort the tired and broken

fill up the cracks

fill in the broken promises

the weatherman has made

we wait for rain

as summer has no sympathy

rain to bring back softness

to refresh our memories

to quench our thirst

to heal our souls

upon this living

breathing earth.