There are many types of droughts. The first that comes to mind is one of water. However have you ever thouht about the drought of love, affection, or motherly love? Why is it that we can have the word drought mean much more than the act of not having water.
Kim
The rain didn’t come. First the grass shriveled, then turned brown, then crumbled under our feet. Then the cracks grew as the earth broke from thirst. And then the fires. The mountains were always on fire and we watched them at night, our feet black from soot carried through closed windows.
The drought during the dry season seemed normal – usually, thre is not much rain. But the dried golden grass and the dust was more extensive than usual. She sneezed and coughed and wondered about how long it would continue. However, the drought was broken up by the ‘mango rains,’ which woke her in the early morning.
There are many types of droughts. The first that comes to mind is one of water. However have you ever thouht about the drought of love, affection, or motherly love? Why is it that we can have the word drought mean much more than the act of not having water.
The rain didn’t come. First the grass shriveled, then turned brown, then crumbled under our feet. Then the cracks grew as the earth broke from thirst. And then the fires. The mountains were always on fire and we watched them at night, our feet black from soot carried through closed windows.
The drought during the dry season seemed normal – usually, thre is not much rain. But the dried golden grass and the dust was more extensive than usual. She sneezed and coughed and wondered about how long it would continue. However, the drought was broken up by the ‘mango rains,’ which woke her in the early morning.