A drop. Two more.
On Earth’s parched floor.
I can count them for now,
And just long for more.
A drizzle. A downpour.
Out on the moor.
The countryside seems resurrected
That is for sure.
Two seconds. Only one more.
And suddenly I exit the lure
Of the sweetest dreams;
Now I am outside dreamland’s door.
And in reality sore
I see the problem’s core,
That without water
We are nothing more
Than just an alien’s lore.
-Mokshist
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