Over the sun baked peaks, clouds fill the sky.
They take the blue horizon hostage and we know why.
For, the winter rain is on its way.
He wants to hang out in the desert, today.
Cleanse the air, hydrate the ground.
Deep, bone chattering rumbles, the only sound.
As the clouds crest and consume the peak, they darken and begin to leak.
First a spit, then a dribble, followed by a pour.
The arid ground soaking it all in and screaming for more.
Smells of wet earth consume the land.
As water runs, bounces and sinks into the sand.
Over the sun baked peaks, the lightning brightens above.
The sky ready to show the desert some much needed love.
Drinks for the thirsty and some shade for the warm.
As the clouds surround the mountain ridges, the desert welcomes the storm.