treason of tremors

The traces of tremors still reverberate
But the tectonic plates are not giving way
Not completely
Not enough
Treason of tremors
Has weakened the faith of feeble
Fumes emanating from
The burning fires
Inside your barn,
Will the drought this year
Force you to migrate,
To the not so green pastures
Or will you wait for
It to rain again?
At long last
Somehow
May be a drizzle!
Just to soak my soul
Encapsulated
In dried wishes
Of withered,
almost,
Dreams