#WrticoPoem
#8lines

Sweat trickles down my forehead,
The land scorched by a sultry sun.
Ebbing shadows crawl into oblivion,
Browned leaves swirl in delusive fun.

Dark clouds tease the land below,
Rumbling along in silent disregard;
A few drops of rain, in jest, cruel,
To moisten hopes, dry and charred.

© teshnair™