Rain and a Drought Affected

A drop tickled his head; he ran like a rabbit; Showed each one; they rubbed off as it's his habit; He collected his pitchers and pots and stood out, Morning went; noon went; evening too; same drought, O, drought! It's one drop on his head next day; other on cheek; In aromatic breeze there's unique streak and squeak; Pitchers and pots doubled; Clouds seemed to roam in doubt, Morning went; noon went; evening too; same drought, O, drought! Third day went; the fourth and fifth flew away as well; Drops many fell on him; who could he freely tell? Monsoon, for them, is like surprise wedding dine-out, Morning went; noon went; evening too; same drought, O, drought! Lo, like a dam broken, rain torrents poured at last, Was it owing to his prayer, penance and fast? None thought of any umbrella; they can leak rout, Morning went; noon went; evening too; where are you, drought…? 10 November 2022 Inspiring Rainy Days Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sotto Poet