Dry heart. No tears for this emotionless drought.
Seered organ of life emptied of blood and health.
Land's parched heart cracks and leaf struggles in
Dust motes settle on tears, dragged from dry eyes
suffering from the effort of breaking this emotional drought.
Just enough. . . . rein/rain/reign
to allow the breaking dam on the life blood of scorched earth.
Drought breaks. Heart weeps. Flood arrives.