Grass so parched it’s barely there
Brown and dry, scorched and bare
Land cracked and arrid, seeking some
Drops of water, from where will they come?
River beds empty, ponds forlorn
The land’s not thriving, just hard and warm
Pavements are breaking from the heat
It’s painful to walk, it burns your feet
Forest fires break out. This is getting bad.
Damage to life and nature, tragic and sad.
And then the rain came
Drop by drop, gentle and warm
Slow and peaceful, placid and calm
Moisturizing the wonderful Earth,
Nourishing it’s beautiful girth
Saturating those dry and wrinkled plants
Soaked and cooled, the grasses dance
Lush and green, healthy and fine
We’ve been waiting for this, it’s so divine
The rivers refill and ponds replenish
Looking once more like the town of Venice
A perfect balance of wet and dryness
Will help keep nature at its finest