The Drought

Originally posted 12 March 2011

The rain trickled down creating miniature rivers on the dirt stained window bringing a respite from the dry dusty days the area had so long endured. The land scorched by the sun, wind, and fire of recent years lay in waste making it impossible to grow even a shoot of careless weed. So many had died from dirt pneumonia mostly the elderly, the sick, and the children. Most of the livestock had also succumbed to the same pneumonia.

Homer ran outside just to stand in the humidity-filled air breathing deeply and feeling his lungs rejoice from the freshness of the moisture hoping this was the beginning of the end to the longest drought since the dust bowl days.

 

 

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Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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