If you walk in the desert just after it rains,
you’ll know the great joy of a thirst, finally quenched.
You’ll feel gratitude rising through shimmering sand,
see raindrops sparkle on needle pads
and color come to life on lichen-painted stones.
Reminding you to think of the last time
you were given a gift; unexpected and glorious.
The way the clouds offered their rain to the desert.
Not because it did a good job or begged for it.