Dry Days Gone By Poem by Janice M Pickett

Stinking hot and sweaty
each day that I am here
Not a dropp of rain about
it's staying dry I fear

Dogs are lying on the ground
their tongues hanging loose
Wandering by and gaggling
is a weiry mother goose


Ask us what it feels like
to run out in the rain
what is rain we'll ask you
and that is such a shame

This desert needs a soaking
the people need to cool
they don't even have the luxury
of a swimming pool

It's too darn dry
I tell you
Witchdoctor bring them rain
ease the peoples spirits
and stop their heated pain

Whats that I feel upon me
a drip from out the sky?
I guess that heaven answered
and heard his peoples cry

It's pouring now and lightening
is shooting all around
Thunder clapping
people running
to hide up underground

Heat has finally left us
now I am wet and cold
Am I complaining?
I guess I am
I must be getting old.