Shades of blue wash away the dust from my window,
bringing new life to the dry, corse earth, washing aaway the cold of death,
bringing new hope for sping.
The rain has come again, teh fish in the pond rejoice,
and nibble at the fisherman's bait, the people will eat well tonight.
No more starving, on a single days old bread.
The water brings life to our community, it falls but once a year,
before it stops our feilds will be ready for planting and our buckets filled.
The desert we live in hates the water, it holds it away as long as it can. Hoping that the sun will beat us down til there is no hope left.
Blistering our skin, cracking our lips, bleeding as they break, a smile hurts more than a cigerette burn. With the rain, comes the cold, the reversal of the roles, the rain rules, we wait baited breath for the rain. Doing dances and saying prayers.
When it arrives we rejoice, for us rain means life!
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