The Burning Thirst

Pitter-patter, pitter pitter-patter patter. Music to my ears. The soothing fragrance of the desperately parched earth finally relishing the tears of the G*ds, consumes my senses.I overflow with emotion. I can almost feel my feet sink mildly into the over-soaked soil. I can almost feel the droplets of water trickle through my heavily dense mane and reach my scalp, only to journey down the back of neck.


How we’ve grown to almost despise, the heavenly tap that bathes the Mother of all Mothers.

How the first chaste rain is now black in shades and poison to taste.
How did ‘the life-giver’ turn menace
Who’s fault is this?

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