The cracked sods
Watch the clouds drift by;
Thirsts for the drench,
And then it pours.

Are they the passing clouds,
Shifting clouds,
Transient clouds,
Grey clouds.

When it falls pitter-patter,
The earth heaves
And trembles.
Bursts and blooms,
Blushes and glows.

The summer shower
Paints the scape
In iridescent hues.
But comes with
The blues.