Awaiting the Rains

< Awaiting The Rains Sitting in this sweltering heat in the shade of a leafless tree. The clear blue sky, a continuous sheet that covers the world, and me. Oh for a mouthful of water, To shrink this swollen tongue. And cease this senseless slaughter, That, from our ignorance begun. I remember the call of the Curloo. The twitter of the Finch and the Wren. Those sounds are now very few, Will any ever hear them again? Dark rain clouds are no more. Nor does spring produce the flowers. Climate change will affect us all, Even them in Ivory towers. Though I pray to God in heaven, Still the rain it never comes. Just the shadows of the ravens, Waiting to pick my bones.> ____________