Belief

A land so barren,

As leaves flicker in the dry breeze.

The sun beats down with all might,

The flowers burnt down into the ground.

The sand sifts lazily,

The crystals shining right back into the turquoise sky.

But a cloud drifts in slowly,

Unsure,

Uncertain.

Is this the right place?

How dry, how sad.

Maybe a single drop of water. 

It falls to the ground and lingers for a second,

Before it is hungrily absorbed by the deprived land.

Maybe two more,

And they disappear just as fast.

Maybe I can bring life back.

Maybe I can be god.

And it bursts into torrential rain.

As lightning strikes and thunder claps,

The hungry land drinks in every drop that lands on it's dried surface,

The leaves blow along the deafening  winds, 

Raindrops sliding down it's smooth surface.

Flowers burst into colors,

As the land revives slowly.

As it's soul returns back.

And just as that it turns up to the cloud,

With color and laughter.

With that twinkle of a belief.

God exists.