Even this lush region lies parched and shriveled under the summer of 2018.
Each day thunderstorms build over the Alps, only to fade away, melting like spring mist, before the beneficent virga reaches the waiting sod.
Plants droop, melancholic in their droughted being.
The birds move further into the forest and the ground dwellers deepen their lairs.
All eyes are raised to the clouds, and fervent prayers are offered up for the life-giving pluviam.
Photo courtesy of the author.
