Drought Poem

Image courtesy of Ben Heine


She stood
twirled her umbrella aside
and peered up into his
taken into a balmy
met with his smile
perpetually beaming at her
for days upon days
To the ground her umbrella went
with this question
upon her lips:
“Where are the songs you
once showered down
on me,
where the sweet notes rolled
off my cheeks
and the world
danced and sung along?”
She queried his
countenance but a smile
was his only reply
as he backed away into
a bare


2 thoughts on “Drought Poem

    1. True. If there isn’t rain today or a week from now, there is hope for some down the road. No one can take that away. Patience is the real challenge. Thanks for the comment!

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