The soil sips deeply <br />and puddles do not linger. <br />It laps with parched lips <br />at the moisture <br />so long withheld. <br />Roots greedily drink <br />new reserves <br />to tide <br />through future <br />days of drought. <br />Quaff deeply now <br />while copious clouds <br />wring water <br />from the sterile sky.<br /><br />Beatrice Dahlen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drought-breaker/
