Dry Land

At the end of the day as the large orange orb sank into the distance a misty pink glow sat upon the western sky in the stillness of the evening where not even a whisper of wind dared break the silence the oppressive heat of the day had slowly dissipated as dusk settled cooling the baked ground the summer heat blanched the grass, flowers and shrubs wilted they hungered with thirst clinging with hope for rain looking to the skies with promise a few clouds had drifted in giving little hope to the thirsty land.