The harsh plains lay bare.

Awaiting the annual visit.

Down on its knees.

Praying for an early arrival.

So parched from it's withdrawal.

Would give anything to have it fall.

Can see the clouds above.

Tortuous as the spread across the sky.

Withholding they most precious of gifts.

Watching as the land lay deserted.

Can see the effect it's departure has had.

Life flees from every corner of its land.

Searching for a better place.

A safer place.

As it watches, it can see the land begging.

The hot sand.

The red stone.

The lifeless trees.

It is time.

The roars begin.

The cracks form.

Shooting down to the Earth.

The electricity breaks the rocks of which it lands.

But the plains still wait.

Anxious.

This is not what they need.

And they know it.

A single drop.

All it takes.

For the waves of life to wash down onto Earth.

And they know, they will thrive again.