The dry streambed or depleted seasonal river is never just dry. It is the lowest land corridor of the area that remembers water, even when none is visible on top. It is the pulse supporting all the life that is lived here, all sharing a period of rest, bonding in quiet time.
Under the stones and leaf litter a united nations of seeds wait, and dissimilar invertebrates shelter. Moisture lingers in the soil for the multitudes of roots long after the surface tells of dryness.
The next rains revive them all from the wait in their niches. Ecosystems breathe in rhythms, not as constants.