Yes, I know, darling,
deserts always seem endless.
But nevermind the dryness,
fix your sight ahead and walk...
Even when there's no rain,
but in your heart.
Step by step,
the path is hidden in the sand,
may you follow it,
or may it follow you at last.
And when you reach the last water droplet,
you'll realize...
It was always inside,
flowing from your eyes,
making that last coil of grass blossom,
driving existance into a mad, colorful spring.

Ironical way of finding out that seasons only come and go...
as you like.