Cicadas Hum Psalms — Annika Rennaker

Cicadas Hum Psalms

Annika Rennaker

The sun sets In the backdrop Of a rose-colored haze. The fruit bats survey The parching landscape.

Crackling earth, Where the red dirt vibrates.

Amidst blurry road visions, Cicadas hum psalms, And pray for days When the heat is not So cruel.

The rumble of thunder sounds As the dull sky darkens. Foreplay to the dying desert.

All hail the rainfall As it begins to come down Upon this withered wasteland. The melodious pitter pattering of every raindrop, Denotes the long-awaited convergence of star-crossed lovers.

As the showers descend upon the arid emptiness, Washing it clean with a calm veracity, The gum trees hold out their hands to greet their gracious saviour, Who has blessed them with such humid happiness.

Once again, the puddles of possibility form That the wild wilderness of the great nothing, May once again be filled with life.

May our love mirror nature in such a way, You the rainstorm, I the desert.