Desert Thunderstorm

The bone dry desert beckons to the sky for the feel of rain on its back but none comes. All the sky can spare is the crack and rumble of thunder to rouse the rabbits and remind the sandy plain of how long it waits each year for the rain. The billowing grey clouds turn almost to black and seem to reach toward the land, hoping to touch the parched earth like a father hopes to touch his child through the mother's pregnant belly. The sky and sand will have to wait a bit longer. Swiftly comes the day when the clouds will be fat with the water of life and purge their bellies onto the rocks and seeds below.