Dry

DRY

Dry

dry

It is so blessed dry!

I have lived in the midwest for most of my life

and have never witnessed this kind of dry.

It feels scary to me.

It is not life sustaining.

Trees are dying.

Critters are lacking.

Fires are starting.

My pen well seems to have dried up with the weather.

I have not been blogging.

I have not been creating.

I have not been doing much of anything.
I fear I have been withering with the leaves.

Dry

It's dry.

Too dry to blink an eye.

Remember the poem "rain rain go away, come again another day".

Let today be that day!