The grass seems dry
Is the drought so bad?
How would I lie
When it looks all sad?
Maybe I should sit
And watch the Sun set,
As I let the tears slip
And turn the grass wet!
Drops of mild dew
Is what they look like
Maybe it needs a shower
Maybe an emotional hike?
Rain could hide them tears
But not the pain I hold,
Maybe I should wait
For the rain to take my place!
The dark ink 