Clouds

The never-ending clouds
Fill the sky with grey
Not a drop of rain
Do they send our way

They've kept things cool
And that has made
The grass and trees somewhat happy
As they try to recover in the shade

I wish they'd open up
I wish they'd drop their load
But, alas nothing
To wet upon our roads

I irrigate with guilt
I water the plants until
They get just enough
For them to have their fill

One of these days it will rain
There is no doubt
But, we'll just have to endure
Another year of drought