As rainfall fills in caked mud cracks,
stern earth yields to liquify:
taupe water spreading anywhere
across this barren land once green.

A tiller drained of waiting wakes,
observing cloudburst thirstily,
replenishes to cheer on skies,
as wasteland transmutes into flood

- abundant sum run overmuch,
as fast his prayer reverses course
and benediction veers to curse
as torrent augments bad to worse.

Within three weeks, it all subsides.
More vacant skies receive appeals.
The endless prospects and ordeals
as nature sates or baits ideals.