By clouds that refuse to release their rain,
Drought reigns, causing endless pain.

The earth cracks and crumbles beneath the sun,
Leaving the crops to wither, the rivers failing to run.

The animals pant with tongues hanging low,
While they search in vain for a water flow.

The crops that once stood tall and green…

Now their leaves turn brown and lean. 

 

Bowed down wilted and weak,
As they struggle to survive week after week.

 

The farmers toil in desperation and despair,
As they pray for a sign that nature will repair. 

 

Their hearts are heavy, their spirits low,
As they watch their livelihoods crumble and go.

 

But the days drag on, with no end in sight,
And the people struggle with all their might. 

 

While the drought tightens its grip on the land,
To survive in a world that feels so bland.

 

The sun beats down mercilessly, scorching its path,
A trail of destruction, like the aftermath of its wrath.