A drop
Petered down to the sill .
I wondered if it would
The water table fill .
A drop
Pattered down the pane.
I wondered if it would
ease the farmer's barren pain.
A drop
Bubbled down to the Earth
I wondered if it would
Bloom a bud in joyful mirth.
A drop
Trickled over the water pipe
I wondered if it would
Wet the inside and our tears wipe .
A drop
Burst the bubble of comfort
I wondered if it would
Quench a parched throat that hurt.
A drop
Drizzled now and again
I wondered if it would
Finally be the Monsoon then ?
N.B.
A large part of India was declared drought stricken due to the delay of the Monsoons.
Grey rain bearing clouds would hang low over the city but would do no more than tease the parched hopeful throats dry from 40% water cuts and power shutdowns which were the order of the day .
These environmental changes have been put down to Global Warming and are said to be ominous indications of times to come.
