How could a desert celebrate rain?

It looked gay
spreading its arms
to absorb what all there to gain
n then came
the pang of truth
how could a desert celebrate rain?

 In ages of yearning
to wet itself, to revive
to quench the ancient thirst
to birth life, to be green again.

It did rain
a million times
but nothing has ever changed.
Every-time
it sang songs of hope
till the last drop dried or drained.

the hard way
it learned not to hope
higher it was bigger the pain.
It always came
a burst of feeling
but cling to it, drives you insane.
Starving is so easy
it burns you but slowly
and time heals, makes it go wane.

/* Next stanza contributed by Vipasha Mittal*/

A timid voice then spoke to her innocently,
The acacia looking down from above
If it hadn’t been for you,
I would have been long dead.
You are the spring to my autumn.
The desert sobbed a tear.
The water was always there
Just not in a form it thought.

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