• blankwriter 5w

    Little droplets

    A droplet in her thought,
    Seven Months she has waited
    With her roots thirsty, and her leaves bearly breathing,
    Any little longer,she would be dead
    And wither away like her fallen leaves,
    Like wishes coming true, a dark cloud grew from the east,
    With the face of the sun hidden,
    Seems like rain in the air,
    A droplet at a time
    And the drought is finally over..