### Washes Out DryRain once fell in sheets upon this land,Its touch a balm to thirsty earth and sky.But now each drop that graces soil and sandIs fleeting, brief—its promise washes dry.The riverbeds, once swollen, now lay bare,Their winding paths a testament to loss.Where waters danced, now silence fills the air,And parched remains of once were fertile moss.The sun beats down with merciless intent,Its fire a constant in the empty blue.Each day, the cycle seems more permanent,As hope itself seems