The Luxury of Water

So my kids went wandering through the park
in this awful drought, and I tagged along.
The stream bed we found was dry, on the whole.
Oh there were a few puddles here and there,
but the dryness was remarkable - stark!
Dry sand bed like the valley of dry bones.
“Rise up - dry dust - rise up!” Yet it stays low.
A wind could come and blow it in the air,
and then show the water we want.
Round and blue. A sweet luxury.