Drought #1

My hands raised toward the sky
I pray for deeper shadows
The moon does not relent
She marches to her peak

All except my face is dry
And it could use a rinsing
Caked thick with dirt and blood
From cheek to trembling cheek

The clouds won't conceal my shame
They have been carried eastward
To green and distant lands
To favor lighter heads

Is it some sadistic game
I plea for rain and thunder
Yet it fall on others
Already in their beds