Moisture

There is more hope this morning, clouds, filled with moisture. I felt water droplets on my nose and eyelashes when I was taking my walk. I opened my mouth and tasted the moisture. More, more, more, my thirsty throat pled. My feet trampled dark water spots on the pavement. More, more, more, the pavement pled.
The dry earth cries for torrents of rain. Eyes search the heavens to turn inside out and dump the precious flow.
RAIN!