There is a drizzle out there
drop by drop come the rain
not big ones as I wish
tiny as pin heads they fall
wanted it to last for a time
disappeared in a few seconds
a disappointment gross
not only to me sole
to my plants too on whole
starved they are full
to my trees also still
look they parched
to my lawn entire
seem they very yellow and dire
to my ground in strain
appear scorched and drained
Would not the rain come?
I cry along with my entourage
No sign of rains in the round
a hot humid weather all around.
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