Draught

Hues of brown and orange filled the parched landscape of doom. The rays of the golden sun mercilessly heated the naked ground below, devoid of its once lush green vegetation. There was nothing left of the biodiversity that once thrived here. A perfect epitome of disaster and calamity.

Every passing day came out with a fresh lash at the prevailing draught with survival being a challenge and death the only reality. Plants and animals were history and a few alive humans were close to becoming so.

Nature can be so cruel and partial. Scarcity to one, abundance to other, happiness to one and sorrow to the other. Heaven to one and life worse then hell to other.

I dream of not the water fountains nor a shower bath, but lord I ask only for a glass of potable water!

Epitome