rain


Under the harsh
glare of the sun
everything begins
 to crumble and fall
 as the water slowly
 begins to disappear
 signaling the beginning
 of a drought

 Eyes search the sky
 hoping for
 a sign
 of the rain
 that has yet to come
 to end of the drought
 that has befallen
 the people

Suddenly
a miraculous drop
 of water falls from the sky
 the clouds turn gray
and the steady familiar sound
 of raindrops are heard

 A steady beat forms
 pitter patter
 pitter patter
as the people rejoiced



By: Nur Atikah Yusri :) bye people




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