clouds

I can see them gray clouds forming now. It seemed like that promise of sweet, sweet rain isn't too far. Trees would soon get their most wanted drench, rivers would soon get their most awaited replenishment and everything that the summer sun had withered would get some dose of invigoration. I just hope the gray clouds become heavy enough to fall. If not, even the slightest breeze can blow them away and bring the rain some other place. And we'd only end up wishing what could have been.

I can see them gray clouds gone now. They drifted far and away and there's not even the slightest promise of a come back. It seemed like that sweet, sweet rain is now a distant memory. Trees will continue to shed leaves to save up water, rivers will continue dry up, and everything shall have to bear with the hot spell. I just hope that clouds will continue to condense and soon fall...fall straight on our faces as tiny droplets of water. And all our thirst be quenched.