Riding along the highway
Desert clouds loom
Out from the horizon
Hear the thunder boom!
Rain, it falls
Like sheets of glass
Tearing across
Long dried out grass
Ghostly calls are heard
Long borne in strife
Clamouring for attention
Mere remnants of life
Rising from the Earth
Those next in line
Continue their journey
An infinite paradigm…
Written by David Johnson
© CommunicatingCreatively/David Johnson 2015