There is nothing like a drought
to teach what life is all about.
Waiting for the rain to fall
is not sufficient to survive.
Tender patience does not thrive.
Buds remain closed, tucked and hidden
deep among leaves’ folds
offering a pace to hide.
Roots buckle down deep
and down, down, down
to depths they seldom explore;
knowing once the rains do come
they may open up closed doors.
Eventually, rains come, and even pour.
Rains batter plants stressed and sore;
opening caches held within their core.
It is only after sun appears
that plants let go their fears.
And in that moment plants flower,
Their faith in Nature restored.
annarino writes 