Drought Poem by Meghan

a long time since the rain
I feel the harsh whisper of the drought
the sun ascends for another morning
to shower us with burning, drying heat
it's devious grin
steals the moisture from every pore on my skin
the scratching at the back of my throat
as I ache for water
we sing the rain song
and do the rain dances
but no relief is littered
only at night it the cool dark shade
does the suffrage somewhat cease
all the muddy pools
have long since dried
and caked
now the ground cracks with blisters
moaning for water
life grows shriveled and lethargic
I'd just assume bleed to death
then wait for the slow, drying heat
to burn my heart
and to dry the flowing crimson
from every vein
than wait in eternal exile of the thundering wild rain