Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

No Rain

No rain.
No rain.
The cicadas are screaming in the trees.
No rain.
The Skip Laurels and Holly bushes are praying for relief.
No rain.
The grass is browning from exhaustion.
No rain.
For weeks
there has been
no rain.
What once was green and lush and deep
is now wilting.
Even the weeds have barely managed to raise their heads
above the grass.
It is as if God moved us to Tucson
without telling us.