In arid lands where the sun does fiercely blaze,
A barren desert, golden, dry, and vast,
The heavens weep and in a wondrous haze,
The rain descends a miracle at last.
Upon the dunes, where silence reigned supreme,
Each droplet sings a song of life reborn,
And whispers tales that once were but a dream,
Now vivid blooms the desert floor adorn.
Bright crimson blooms on cacti rise anew,
Their thorns, once fierce, now soft with nature’s kiss,
With hues of pink and orange, yellow too,
The blossoms dance, a sight of purest bliss.
Rich emerald leaves on mesquite trees unfurl,
While purple sage and scarlet poppies thrive,
In vibrant splendor, petals start to swirl,
Reviving all, the desert comes alive.
The agave’s spikes now glisten with a sheen,
As yucca flowers burst into creamy white,
Golden Mariposa in between,
Their beauty shines beneath the softened light.
The creatures stir, awakened by the rain,
A symphony of life begins to sing,
With every drop, the desert breaks its chain,
Transformed by nature’s gentle offering.
Thus, rain bestows its gift of life and cheer,
A desert blooms, its beauty shining clear,
In every hue, a testament to grace,
Where once was barren, now a sacred place.
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