Rice Field
Under the scorching sun I thirst for rain
As the summer heat cracks open my skin
For that scarce water I waited in vain
Leaving me too weak and dried up within
Gone is my greenery without monsoon
As the long dry season makes me too gloom
How I yearn for the rain to come out soon
To give source of life to my dying womb
25 October 2017
Copyright © Elaine Gonzales | Year Posted 2017
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