I see an old, western windmill.
It is made of cross ties and is well-worn. Rust is on the metal parts. It faces south, waiting for the wind to blow. A small breeze comes now and then, but there is only a creeky sound from the rusty parts.
A great move of wind and some oil are needed to get it flying again. so, it is with me.
Holy Spirit, come!!!!
Let it turn again and draw up the water from the deep places so that all may drink of life.