Drought Poem by Jane Alamon

I long for the rain,

this drought has been far too long.

Everyday's the same,

despair ruminates, strength is gone.



Lips parched, no clouds in sight,

only the striking heat of the sunlight.

The land is sturdy but dry

slowly nipping away my life.



To be alive is a blessing they say,

but do they know how to live without rain?

To sow and sow and sow,

still nothing to reap, do they know?



My life is my own.

My feelings are my own.

I'll wait out this drought all alone,

until the time to finally come home.