Dolour

the rain it falls
frequently these days
but the land dries
almost cracking up
the more it rains, the more it withers ; iris🍂
and the bird, it drowns in the crack
thirsty and deserted
it cries for the help
but no one's been there yet
they don't know about this sea
they can't help but wonder
where's the cry coming from
exactly
where's the painful howl coming from
as it rains again, they all run
look at them rush for the shelter
they don't wanna drench
nor they wanna drown
and the bird
as you see
it alone, suffocates
and hence the time stops
the rain too pauses
there's no more cracks
they go their own way
as if the pourdown
never really happened
as if none ever happened.