Dearth

Dearth

This
Desert
July
Is
Parched
Dry,
No 
Full
Moon
Monsoon.
We
Scan
The
Sky
For
Clouds
Passing
By
A
Thousand
Miles
High,
Reckon
What
The
Wind
Portends,
If
The
Cold
Front
Will
Stay,
Or
The
Mountain
Will
Drive
It
Away.
Every 
Day
We
Drily
Maintain,
And
Long
For
Rain.