The Drought Poem by Bob Gibson

Another day the sun beats down
The land is parched, the grass is brown
The ground is cracked, it's bare and dry
Relentless heat, from way up high

The sky is blue, no patch of white
The heat goes on throughout the night
On the horizon at dawns first light
A fluffy cloud comes into sight

A gentle breeze, begins to blow
As culminous clouds put on a show
I heard it first, on the iron roof
Two drops! , to my ears, proof!

A cloud now obscures the sun
Twas a trickle at first, then it begun
Outside we ran, and danced in the street
The pouring rain, drenched our head to our feet

Rivulets, running down my face
Caressing my body.so sweet to taste
The drought has broken pastures now green
The world is so beautiful and its pristine!