This is my submission for the July 27, 2012 #FridayFictioneers; critiques welcome. The submissions are posted here, please read them.
The prompt picture:
Picture is copyrighted, Contact Madison Woods.
It had not rained for weeks; drinkable water was becoming scarcer, and the small outside water tank stood forsaken. Not that drought was an unusual occurrence, but this time it was different. The well had become polluted, and the house water tank was low. Sure, the tanker would bring some water; sure the stream would still flow, yet shallow; but even with self-imposed restrictions, you had to respect the drought. Respect its presence, respect its power; respect the fact that nature has strength that man can not truly bridle. Looking at the tank, he acknowledged the natural balance of life.
(Copyright, Steven S. Walsky, 2012, all rights reserved.)