The land is dry and devoid of the seasonal rains. Have the gods abandoned us, or we them?

 

Dust, cracks, more dust. No rain, no wind, no clouds.

 

 

There is a breeze. It is hot. No breeze would be better.

 

 

Once there were trees and grass, here. And hippos and giraffes and cattle. Grazing cattle. Who gazed at the grass and grazed it gonely.