The desert smells like rain
As the mists rise up the mountain
Dew seeps down the stalks.
Leaves of sage and chamisa,
the bushy artemisa fragrant and lush.
Their roots are dry
The earth has been waiting
The plants have been mining deeper,
Roots searching for sustenance.
Just as the leaves and branches have risen higher
Praying for light,
Root to rise.
And the desert smells like rain.
Chaos building in the ether,
Structure built in the plant reaching.
Divine bridges the desire.
In an instant opening occurs!
Sweet deluge, red dirt wet,
Musty, aromatic hallelujahs!
The desert smells like rain.
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