Summer's Walking Away Down The Road

It always ends like this, sunny, barren and dry.  The river sinking into the warm sand til there's not even the memory of a seashell left behind. The cactus by the riverbed is lost in a reverie, remembering when rapids boiled over these dry boulders sleeping in the sun. The boulders are feeling the desert breeze and dreaming of rain. The rain gave up on this place long ago.