There are’nt drops anymore.
Shattering from last night,
Has been wiped out.
There's no water left in yard,
Except in a few small pits.
There's no light for the young leaves of trees,
to prepare their food and
for the birds to have a sunbath.
But the hope haven't died.
Yet,all are alive.
The thunder continues,
It's lightening, yet.
There's, no drop left to fall;
Cause the swarm has left the capacity to shatter, or
the yard has developed a protective sheath.
But I've switched to tube light,
I've lightened my house and my rest of life.