Crimson raindrops fall, large, fat with life, a soothing sound

Peaceful as the day fades and takes life away, somewhat profound

Mixing with the red clay it swirls down the large drain

Rapidly until the sun cracks the clay, leaving not one stain

Beneath the desert a rumble sounds, hungry once more

Phantom like it rises from the sand, “Last Chance Store”

Like a Venus flytrap draws them in with of sweet nectar

The smells of food cooking hang heavy in the dessert air

Red station wagon pulls in; family enters to get a meal

Windows shut, screams fill the air, and this can’t be real!!

It sinks into the ground leaving a large blood stain

That will vanish again with the afternoon rain