Still Hold Poem by Onuora ilodibe

I beg you please don't lose count
Even the Kalahari observes small amount
Of rainfall,100 millimeters a year about
And we must learn to adapt
Through incorrigible drought
Prone our lawn and cut our coat
Like morning dew on grassy growth
We sparkle and glow while others gloat
I struck a gold a treasure trove
The chills in my bone
The surge and rush in vain
You crushed into my lonely world
And burn my clutches out
Thoughts of losing you swirls my head
Please hold still the storm abate
And our sun will shine again