Rain

The parched stricken grass
Once tall, bright, and green
Now yellow, brittle and dry
Struggles to survive

The soil
Once brown, rich and moist
Is no more
But cracked, dull and lifeless
Worn and battered by drought

The warm glow of fireflies
Are no longer felt by the evening termites
Their bright yellow abdomens
No longer glow in the dark night

No longer here
But far away
The sorrow of the toads
Croak croaking away

Waiting
Just waiting
For a drop of rain