Drought

Heaven’s gold eye burns everlastingly,
Down on the sunburnt plains full of cattle.
Drought restricting rain so mercilessly
The heat and thirst, such hard-fought battles.
As fires rage and burn through farms and homes
The grass turns beige and crunches underfoot.
The stark dry land, unforgiving biome
It’s hard to breathe in the air filled with soot.
The Dry continues, until it is naught.
Waves of excitement roll over the towns.
The victory of the rough battles fought!
Rain clouds have gathered, and buckets pour down.
          And so this place survives much to my pride,
          So we keep living in this world once dried.