The dried earth waited in anticipation,
Day after day, waiting with bated breath.
Parched and tired it looked heavenwards
Pleading for mercy, seeking peace...
In silent prayer, sometimes in angry repartee.
And then one day, the heavens smiled.
Stitching together its broken clouds.
The skies turned grey.
The first drops of rain quenching the thirst of the mother
Who held her new born in her arms and cried.
A new beginning on a rain washed day.
A fresh start on an earth purged of its sins.