CREATIVE WRITING: ‘a drop of rain' by Brenda Herrera

cracked, withered branches reach out to me.

from my azure peak, I look down.

their dried leaves moisten my eyes,

and i weep in a thunderous roar.

i dampen the sun parched earth

and pray the roots are not too weak

to drink in my vital affections.

i caress the brittle bark of the tree

in a whisper of wind,

and promise a second life.

the shriveled petals of wilted blossoms fall,

they become dust in my open palms,

and i fear it may be too late to save you.

But your thirst has called to me

and I continue to cry in vain hope,

knowing that if choose to stop now,

then i resign myself to be the reaper of death...