There is magic
in the way cactus hold water,
devoted to the element
that feeds their survival.
At the first scent of storm,
tiny rain roots shoot out of secret cells,
filling succulent pads
with sacred reservoirs.
The next time you find yourself
in one of those ecstatic moments,
reach your roots below the surface
and soak it up.
Preserve this state in tough times
and difficult droughts
that you may always know joy.
Watered by a monsoon of happiness.