The mercury had risen beyond measure,The mood was deafeningly sombre.The war had played out in many battles,The enemy was thwarted, but only grew in number.
Carefully he nudged it along with a little stick,The tyre wobbled, but kept in its file.Just then the first drop of rain kissed his cheek,And quietly flowed into his heartfelt smile.
With wistful eyes he stared at the grass,Plucks a strand, now a bunch he does take.Playfully, she ruffles a set of wet leaves,A moment’s shower taps him awake.