You often see the rain

Birthing sympathy to your mood

But there's something

You've never understood

That every drip drop of the rain

Are drawing cheerful clowns

On the farmers face

Smiling while at the mountain top

You've asked the clouds

To cry non-stop

To fill your emotional gap

Little you've realized

That every extra drip drop

Will draw a sad ogre

On the farmers face

Grieving at their dead crops

7-13-2016