On the parched land fall drops of rain
Sky mourns the loss soil drinks the gain
When in soil pores summer fires burn
They live the agony dream rain’s return.

You may wonder why cries the sky
Her rain is needed for soil gone dry
It’s because is nurtured a love in her breast
For the tender drops awhile her guest.

Soil doesn’t mind opens up in smile
In the profound knowledge that it’s a while
Before the fruits are reaped to be left again dry
Till new seeds of hopes come down from sky.