I look up to the skies
Sapphire blue stretches
Feathers of white scatter about
My eyes search for storms not there
My ears hear thunder still
Cool wind hints of moisture
It stirs humid stagnant air
Faint smells are carried to me
I know it but it still eludes identity
Still I hear distant thunder
The dryness of the soil calls
It speaks in cracks and groans
Once fertile harbor for floral beauty
Slowly the green leaves the landscape
It hopes it hears thunder
Forgotten Rain Gods watch on
Helpless as they are now nameless
Their tears no longer flow to the ground
Theirs is a hope that nature answers soon
They feel the distant thunder
Still I stare at the blue sky
Depth without substance again
I do not wish to curse the light again
My heart waits without patience
For that distant thunder
Coloring Outside the Lines 