Ground dry and parched,
its energy and life hidden,
lying dormant.
Seeds wrapped, waiting...
enviroment far too hostile
to foster growth.
No tender sprout
could ever survive.
Thirsty ground...
dreaming of life,
its need exposed
to knowing eyes.
Scent of water
on the air...
jars, large and brimming,
slowly tip...
no patter
of stingy, drying drops,
but a torrent...
Refreshment, Life...
and the desert blooms!
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