The cornfields are thirsty. They are waiting for rain. The people are desperate. They need a break from the barren, dry land. They turn towards the heavens. They turn towards Tlaloc – he who makes things sprout. They plead for greenery; they plead for their Earth.
The rain begins to fall.
Falling falling falling.
The people now look down.
No more waiting waiting waiting
The soil soaks up the pellets
And drinks up the water
No more waiting waiting waiting
The brown turns to green
The seeds turn to flowers
The fields turn to corn
And the people turn to
Earth.
the twigster and her sister,
Josephine & Francesca
PS: Rainy season began in late May and is now coming to a close, which means that corn harvesting season is right around the corner. ¡Elotes!
Wow those annual flowers look like Cosmos. Really!!
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