In the desert, after the rain
they say there is a massive bloom
A celebration: joy and pain
Water arrives, hope is sustained
Life finds a way to make more room
in the desert, after the rain
The face of this place stays the same
it doesn’t change from moon to moon
celebrating both joy and pain
It rejoices with quiet fame
knowing renewal will come soon
in the desert, with each new rain
Cycles repeat and stake their claim
what dies will return with a boon
of celebration: joy in pain
Every chink in the endless chain
works together, humming in tune
In the desert, after the rain
the land explodes with joy’s refrain
The night we left our campsite, once again fleeing a wild, tent-devouring wind, it rained. The next day, it snowed! I have no idea how this will have affected the desert bloom, but I know that every drop of water there is a precious gift. Thank you for reading!
