"He knew her" By Ben Goode 2017 (c)

He sat on the warm desert sands, still cooling in the late dusk, surrounded by a ring of candles.
The drought had been harsh, the air was so dry he imagined Mother Earth herself was gasping.
And he wanted the rains just as much as she did. To cool her skin, and his. Chanting into the darkness alone.
And in his plea's. He did not falter. A breeze blew through his hair and past his ears like a whisper.
And then a rain drop like a touch on his nose as he looked up to the heavens. She had heard him.
And he smiled as she soaked him with her tears. He knew her, as he did her lands