Drought.

A land full of beautiful grown wild flowers,
the trees scattered along the field.
It was always shining brightly, scorching as ever as
that it would bring thirst to every living thing on that land.

Fear not as there would always be the rain.
It would never fail to come every thrice a week.
Yearly, flowers blossom; the birds would chirp
and a rainbow after every shower.
The beautiful sound of leaves as
they brushed against each other.

Faithful was the rain, no matter how much the sun shines,
it would even rain while it still was shining.
In return, the flowers were ever blooming and
the leaves were glistening.
Water droplets dangling at the very edge of the leaves…

Sadly, it didn’t last.
The sun still shines but
the rain didn’t come like it promised to.
Days went by, followed by weeks and months.
Flowers started to wilt and the trees bald.

Life was draining out slowly from that land.
It could wait no more for the rain to come.
The animals had left,
there was nothing for them to live on.
Soon, it became a barren land where no living thing
would want to set foot on…

Hot as ever in the day,
Chilly as ever in the night.
It felt as though the land did cry
but till now, the rain still hasn’t come…

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