Tiring

When you walk that short distance and you do not feel like walking an inch further, you know besides tireness, it is dread.

You know you need that spark to ignite the dousing smoke.
You know you are in need of the sound of not coming shower, but a shower of blessing.

And when all is but dried up, you need to look for the next water hole.

And when you are all but tired, you know rest is ever more a need than before.

I am tired.

A dew would be enough.