#3268 – Dry

Sometimes for days,

It doesn’t rain.

The grass turns yellow,

Leaves droop,

But patiently they wait,

For tomorrow.

When rain finally arrives,

The cows prance around,

With joy newly found.

Simple moments in the past,

That fleeted me by.

Now I too patiently linger,

For nature’s tomorrow,

Be it sunny,

Cloudy or cold.