The Grass Is Brown

In the heat of the summer
The green grass turns to brown
I drive on scalding streets
All across the town
Many start to ponder
"Will it ever rain?"
I see those wilting flowers
I begin to feel their pain
I pant like a retriever
By the end of every run
I collapse upon the ground
And gaze at the big round sun
I'm not sure where the clouds have been
It seems they have disappeared
I need a bit of a break
From having my skin sun-seared
I seek relief in the form of liquid
I have to jump into the water
I don't think I could possibly bear it
If the weather became any hotter
I love the summer weather
But I just need a little relief
Whoever stole the clouds
I'd call him a cumulonimbus thief
Mother Nature
The greatest protector of the land
I'll ask her to discover who took the clouds
so we can cool off as fast as we can
Once the clouds are found
A storm will be created
Rain will fall upon the grass
And the brownness will become eradicated
I hope the rain stays
For just a little while
Long enough
For the flowers to stand up and smile
A little rain
Yes, Yes indeed
Will finally bring back
The summer that we need.