The Rain Dancer

As the earth fumes

Under the scorching heat.

As lives go dry

And plants droop.

Afternoons

Are left

Alone to carouse

With sizzling winds.

No one gets spared 

From the summers' wrath.

In empty streets

And forlorn alleys

I hear the faint chatting

In a language unknown.

Did the clouds grumble

Or was that the earth below

Is that the rain dancer

Reeling to the native drum beat...