Breaking Point

So long weathered, worn and ruined
Dusty dry and dirty Eden
Golden in the worst of ways
Parched, just one too many days
The future, so unclearly certain
Masked by blind hopeful delusion
Sad, sullen, clueless cattle
Fight the inevitable losing battle
But rolling clouds of ashen grey
Fight the burning glare of day
Rumbles like the roars of giants
Spell salvation through deadly silence
And, what none thought destined
Fell from the sky like liquid diamond
From heaven coursed the earths redemption
A newborn chance of resurrection
Farmers scream the words feared spoken
Its over now, the drought has broken