Drought of broken dreams

I was a  piece of land
With crops of dreams
Land turned barren
Crops started dying
As a month of may
Came with some rain
Rain of hopes
My dreams became
Alive and soil turned wet
He was a cloud of rain
The hopes for my
Dreams that the cloud fulfilled
But as the season changed
The cloudy sky became clear
Cloud of rain was now
As white as a cotton boll
It started passing away
Land was still wet
Dreams were broken
Hopes were shattered
The crops died
One day cloud was gone
He took away
Dreams and hopes
For which the land was
Known for still
The land waits for the
Cloudy sky but
It never showers the hopes
                                              -by mourvika

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