Sky Full of Rain

The clouds hung low, dark and ripe

So low, that on a hill top it would have brushed against my cheek;

Heavy with the summer squalor,

Did you hurt yourself little drop, when you crashed

On the thirsty earth?

I wish I could have held you in my arms;

So full of promise you looked,

And I was thirsty too.

You lost in your meandering, you never reached me

Summer is almost gone; the sky is full of rain

You can’t quench my thirst, but take away my pain.