I walked out to the mailbox today and this piece came to me as I looked around.
Summer’s here, dry heat
Grass crunching beneath my feet
Don’t remember the last rain
Garden feeling immense pain
Clouds build up, but pass us by
Leaving nothing but clear sky
Shrubs withering, waiting to die
Climate change, I wonder why
Birds and squirrels mill around
Looking for any water to be found
I go out and fill their fountain each day
I fear they might dry up and blow away
I don’t know when the rain might descend
I just hope and pray the drought will end
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