Once a inhospitable plot of territory

Fields yielding anything but good fortune

Quenching for the rainfall

Never ending winters

Unbearable summers

Drawing every ounce of hope from one’s soul

Entombed by the soot of my thoughts

One has no control of the weather, so why worry?

The rain will fall when it’s ready

Just humbly wait

As it will be with grace

One just has to have faith