of yearning for the drink
Idle threats and random sprinkles
verging on the brink
Of showers, raining, torrents, floods
bringing frogs and cats and dogs
Along the drains and river banks
till sand turns into bogs
We idly wait for Mother Nature
to relieve us on the morrow
Till be pray for more in summer
when heat brings all it's sorrow
by: Liz P aka cherokeefox
Seed Newsvine
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