Hear the rain
fall, here the rains
drop, where there
was once grass and
 clay soil dry, yet now

the pools of rainwater protest,
with all the little droplet hostages,
the collective have not the resources to, 
from here escape!

To true though grounded too, due to weather, any possible help the unfriendly breeze, has wind-instrumented away.

After you read this, I drought there will be
 a dry eye in the house, and you'll all pool your
resources, to make me Maui's most wanted poet for
awhile.