Rain

I breath a sigh of relief when I hear the gentle pitter patter. July 4 - the only celebration I could wish for. I thank the great mother for her sacred waters that the desert so desperately needs. Not a drop will be taken for granted. Not a drop wasted. Deep deep gratitude for the healing, life-giving waters.

The desert breathes again. You can smell its breath tinged with creosote. It relaxes into a deep peaceful sleep as the drops caress its parched surface.

Thank you!