Each time I see the cloud,
it is so blue.,
A blue sky is so beautiful to see.,
but as the month roll into years,
its bringing pain to me.

Now my animals are dying, cause they're hungry and poor.,
each times I go and feed them with grass, they always wanted more.,
The sheep's still a love of mine are pawing at the ground, eagerly stressful.
They're in searching for more to eat, but there is nothing to be found,
unless the ground.

The dams are just a mess, were we transport all the rest of water,
thus' I think is a drought were there is no rain at all.

I passed nearby my neighbor's on the road,
and we all wave and smile.,
each of us know the pain inside in each and every Mile.
The trees that fresh before live for awhile,
standing strong and firmly in every Storm, but for awhile.,
Now it's slowly turning brown and dries off.
I know it's not the blue sky, but the sunshine,
perhaps is no rain at all as drought.

Everyday the list of work is long, cause I'm tired and depleted.,
but for good, I won't stand and let this drought crushed upon me, cause I'm just a little bent.

This life used to bring me joy and pleasure.,
but now only brings me pain....
and there's no more stuff to live, no one things that I can do.,
all I need is just a rain, to fill our dam and our mind, and bring back green feed and pleasure.,
and with treasures.
Now my animals are dying, cause they're toasty in need of water, but there's no rain at all.
Hence the years is not a time stop,
I still has the faith for them to stand strong along with the green apasture.
Though my Lord will not bring back my animals,
but the remaining ones will grow along with the green apasture.

____Abdulkarim Keh-turay 🇸🇱