Thirsy
Her lips cracked, eyes bloodshot and tearless.
Thirsty
She reaches for the cool liquid which was once so plentiful and feels nothing.
Thirsty
Crawling with her arms when her legs bucked beneath her from exhaustion.
Thirsty
There is a crack of thunder
Thirsty
The air has shifted
Thirsty
She looks to the sky.

Money, in reality, is useless.
It can't comfort me when I'm sick.
It can't talk with me when I need someone to talk to.
It can't congratulate me when I achieve something.
It can't cook me food when I'm hungry nor pour a glass of water when I'm thirsty.

But,
It can be used to buy me medicine when I'm sick.
It can be used to  pay a phone call to my friend or it can be used to pay a visit to my parents' house when I need someone to talk to.
It can be used to buy the things I need or want to host a celebration party with my family and friends when I achieve something.
It can be used to buy food when I'm hungry and buy water when I'm thirsy.

I realize that money is, in fact, useless but becomes useful only when it serves a purpose.