Shimmering heat cracked the earth.
This is the year of the heat wave,
Sticky prickly high temperatures.
The rains have failed and the crop
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Now, here in Kerala, India, it is just the opposite! It is all rain, once it has started pouring out and our umbrellas cannot rest idle! From your poem, I could feel the dry heat over there!
They say everything comes back again- alas even the dust bowl. Enjoyed this a lot.
The perils of drought are brought out in the poem very clearly. Please read my poem 'Drought Go Away' when you have time. Thank you.