The arid waste land;
no vegetation
no life,
it was nothing
The rain cloud;
so ominous,
so full of life
It was over-filled
The cloud;
it positioned
then released
it revived
The wasteland
first shocked
then embraced
the life it was given.
All poems were written by Tina M. Nolan
© 1999 Tina M. Nolan