The unforgiving clouds release no rain
Skin is as dry as the ground we walk
Cracks appear and cannot be covered
Like a fish out of water, it is hard to cope.
A droplet would create peace of mind,
Pods of replenishing goodness is a thing of yesterday.
There is no more hope.
Never did I expect to admit this.
Is this a sign of weakness…
Enough warnings were given.
Water is gone and we are to blame.