It rained tonight and I thought about crying.
Last week I read about a drought in Yemen and a dying camel.
The severity of the drought was unclear
Until they saw the dying camels under a tree.
Apparently the dormant grass was about to open, as it always had
But the rains never came and the seeds never opened.
We don’t get camels here.
But I can feel them dying anyway.
Nic Spaull 
Beautiful and moving. Thank you.
Wow! Beautiful! Thank you for sharing!
Thanks, I felt like crying. We cannot make it rain, we are so vulnerable but we pretend to be strong.
Love the poem Nic.
This was very moving. Thank you.
Very sad and concerning but if we lose hope, we may just as well roll over and die. Are we that helpless?
What a beautiful poem,I sat down and cried,you truly touched a nerve.Thank you.