Fighting The Storm

I look over the parched land,
And I wonder what it's like.
For the sky to hold back tears
Even though it's a loosing fight.
Doesn't it know it can't be done?
It isn't healthy, or even safe.
Holding back the rain so long
Just makes it easier to break.
Let's say the water's held at bay.
The storm will never quiet down.
The wind will whip the tumble weed
As it travels over the barren ground.
Clouds darken the sky to gray,
Promising relief at last.
But I see them whisked away,
Soon just a vision of the past.
I watch this land turn to stone.
Hope all but blown away.
Still I hear the elder's claim
That water will return someday.
I doubt it will be back soon.
The sky is strong, or so it thinks.
But it hurts us more and more
As the rising water sinks.
So as the wind blows to and fro,
I pray that rain will start to fall.
Though I know the flood to come
Will be enough to drown us all.