Dreams of Rain

As I walk across this desert, stumbling
Over rocks and brush from an ancient rain,
Dreaming of a distant storm but finding
Only scalding sand in my oasis,
Wishing that the lightning would give me more
Than its false hope and booming voice frightening,
Praying that the thunder would produce,
I wonder if the rain will ever come
Or if the thunder's keeper wills no rain.
So as I walk I wait in this dry air,
Enjoying the downpours in my dreams,
The storms my mind is capable of,
Nearly drowning me with joy and hope,
Waking only to the taste of sand.