The rains should have come
but there is not a cloud in sight.
Heat drains you, it zaps you of life.
El Nino is here it seems and the crops wilt.
Dry earth, hot sun, unadulterated heat.
The air time man does his dance by Groombridge.
If only it were a rain dance and the clouds would appear.
Hope of rain but water is scarce.
Something to beat this unquenchable thirst.
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