"Where Is The Rain,"
I Asked Again.
I Suppose It Went Somewhere Else. But It Left Us Dry.
The Quenched Land.
That I Can Not Stand.
But Only Time Can Tell.
But It Won't Tell Us Why.

I Miss The Moist.
The Air, Is Not Poise.
Now, There Is Not A Slightest Of Wind.
Oh, Where Is The Rain?
"The Rain Is Just Shy,"
My Friend Replied.
I'm So Curious, I Relized
I Was When I Tapped My Chin.
So Curious I Am,
I'm Actually Using My Brain.

A Chuckle Left My Lips.
My Thoughts Suddenly Tripped.
When I Could Smell Something Familiar In The Atmosphere.
Than The Clouds Have Covered The Sun.
It Was Such A Sunny Day.
And Soon My Friend Would Say,
"Yes, It Is Here.
Finally, The Rain Has Come."