
Clouds gather along the path
Will the rain have the final laugh ?
End the drought fill reservoir,
Stream, lakes, rivers afar.
The end of ban, long hosepipe,
Brown gardens green that’s no hype,
Cumulus , Cirrus ,Nimbus too
Water carriers through and through
Storm or tempest on the way
Noah’s ark set to sail
Earth, two thirds ocean , one third land
Can’t take a shower or in there stand
Water , Water every where and not a drop to drink
Redundant dishwashers, by the kitchen sink
Shower gel
What the hell , bath night once a week.
We need those clouds to gather heavy
To break the banks and burst the levy
To grow the crops that feed us all,
Come rain or shine it nurtures soil.
We need to extend infrastructure,
Unless we do the system rupture
We need to plug those leaks
And fix those pipes that often squeak
Oh please clouds soon, drop your load
Wet the backs of frog and toad
Umbrellas out and up once more
Come and fill these British shores.
Thank you for your enjoyable poem, and let’s hope it brings some rain.
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