The heat from the Sun shines down in the middle of the day, the river beds are dry and the wind blows the dust up around children at play. I sit on the ground and wonder when it will get better. I look to heaven hoping for some sign of change, but nothing seems to come. No cloud can be seen not even a wisp of rain. I put my head phones in my ears and turn on the radio. I listen to music then the news. I hear stories of far away places from nations I may never see. I wonder how they can be just like me. In a summers day in California, I learn that I am not alone. That others in places I have not known are suffering the same fate as I. Thousands of miles away in a different land but not under a different sun as the one I sit under now.