I watched as the dust vanished into the atmosphere,
the ground’s thirst rejuvenated with showers from the rain,
the smell of the soil as sweet as a newly blossomed sweet tulip,
the breeze just as cool as the other side of the pillow,
trees twitched and turned from side to side,
as their roots absorbed the water up their torso
and quenched the long-time thirst
of the scorching golden sun of Africa.