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.
