~3 x 4.5″ watercolor and pencil on pierced paper

Blades of grass reached deep into the soil

And searched for anything that might quench their thirst

While the farmer looked to the sky and asked for a break

Then the rains came

And the grasses strain was eased

And the farmer turned her brow to the cool, cloudy sky

She was calm in the moment

Until the water rose

And covered what had been in need

of only a few glasses of water