Raindrops cascaded down the building’s glass window face <br />And poured into the garden, flooding the dirt with murky water. <br />It has been a month since the last rainfall of this magnitude. <br />And it would be three whole days before any more would come. <br />The greens were already a shade of yellow earlier that day, <br />Nobody had bothered to slosh any form of moisture on the plants… <br />It was just too hot to think about the plants. <br /> <br />In fact, it was too hot to think of anything. <br />Which would explain why this bit of prose comes just now, <br />And not on that day itself which should have been the case.<br /><br />Warren Augustus de Guzman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daydreaming-3/
