A Little Rain

This is a poem from a few months ago. Not the most, uh, cheerful of works, so perhaps not appropriate to a New Year, but I'm sure you will forgive me.

"A Little Rain"

She peeks through a chink in the stone wall—
The garden looks desiccated and dry.
Her handmaidens continually weep and sigh.
‘Perhaps tonight a little rain will fall,’

She says and glances at the sky.
It remains the same cloudless, oppressive blue.
The sun is warm; it bleaches every hue
and sucks the moisture out of passersby.

Thus, my life, robbed as it is of you:
Day after cheerful, endless, depressing day
My tongue is dry as cotton and cannot say—
—
I know not what. What words could end this drought?