The sun spits angry flares when even stones turn to ashes I stay inside and do not dare.
Mother earth soaks up every drop dries up the river and tree's bark will the next rain help growing crops
Of things I did not worry before have evolved now, taken ugly shapes and now I face problems turned sore
Its for water we run around these days store for adversity, prepare for the worst this summer will change us in so many ways.
This year the heat is terrific, highest in this city since many years. Drought has been declared, there is very less water. It is just beginning of summer and I am afraid what will happen in the month of may.