It smells like rain. Perhaps some growth will come to this
Long lifeless land. The years of searing heat may ease,
And all of us who've huddled glumly underground soon
May emerge. The lizards and the scorpions, the vultures
And hyenas, which have ruled here may slink away,
Replaced by more productive creatures. Will we dwell
In paradise? Of course not. Death and cruelty cannot
Be banished. Still, there's reason to believe that rain
Can heal the land.