The lands have been parched
For so long now
That I hardly can remember
The last time water trickled through it
Seeping deep down the terrain
Quenching the thirst of the earth
Filling the soil with its wetness

Innumerable days
When the clouds go flying by
I look up to the sky
Waiting for the nimbus to take shape
And shower upon the trinkets
And there comes the sun again
Clearing the shadow

Today it’s different
It’s a slower pace
And here I gasp
When I see it hovering
Swelling in its dimension
And before it can burst
I feel like running up the hill
Exhilarated by the thought
I feel like writing poetry
As the wind blows
A thousand times inside me
Waiting for the pour

Here I see myself stand still
As I slowly open my eyes
Under the cloud
Seeing it grow dark
Praying for a descend