Spanned into infinite vista far as these myopic eyes can see now yellowing Whitmanesque leaves of grass encompass field of vision.
Nary a dark dreadnaught cloud in sight, nor unbeknownst if/when threatening storm looms on horizon slaking parched land delivering precipitation quenching thirsty terra firma.
I too experience vicarious dehydration during bonafide dry spell constituting theoretical string hoop fully curtails weather beaten flora and fauna
conceding blindingly bright cloudless summer days across disc (sky) to amply liquidate shriveling assets.
Unbeknownst when spate of rainlessness, (i.e. I pray for moderate soaking precipitation) thwarting immediate indications meteorologically signalling onset regarding definition of drought.
Nothing more humbling than cacophonous thunderstorm nsync with jagged bolts of lightning accompanying drenching downpour analogous to downed wall of water cascading from upper atmosphere intermittently pelting landscape
albeit immediately, magically, quixotically... transforming parched land (Highland Manor) into profuse lusciousness harkening Edenic denouement.
Impossible mission (this simple bumpkin) (one local Schwenksville yokel) (Civil War union soldier incarnate) to forecast today/tonight eventide of June twenty fifth two thousand and twenty,
when Zeus will doctor animals and plants courtesy of requisite life source also known as H2O, comprising above mentioned two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom.
Ironic, how approximately three quarters (seventy five sense) engulfs planet Earth, yet many environments suffer inadequate deluges, more so now with climate change
(global warming) increasing temperature across oblate spheroid compromising habitable places, yet methinks coronavirus (COVID-19) gave mother nature much needed reprieve
plying, telecommuting, zooming avast array of activities augmented by virtual reality technology supplanting mass transit, thus diminishing deadly toxins absorbed by all creatures great and small.