Sometimes It Has To Rain

Broken chunks of rock, cracks and lines in the brittle earth
Like a map drawn out on its surface thirsting for a drink
The green of plant and trees curl up and blow away in dessert wind
A native dance the drums beat the colors of bright herbal paint art upon their skin
The vulture bird circles in the sky as the wildebeest  begin to die
The rattle shake of the rain stick the chant to the spirits of mother nature
As they look up into the clouds rolling by
The cry of tears come falling down upon earths face
Sometimes it has to rain before we begin to appreciate