Parched Land 

The land lay parched

Littered with leaves,

No beast is seen

Not even bees

Storm clouds appear suddenly

Darkening the land below,

With a crackle a bolt flies

Setting the tinder aglow

Winds gust through the forest

Whipping starved flames to scream,

Smoke and ash murk the air

Earth shudders to extreme

Restrained rain clouds rupture

Pelting hard with a burst,

The raging blaze subsides

Having quenched its thirst

Exhausted clouds give way

To the sun’s warming rays,

Weary land blushes green

With vigor and amaze