It never rained

Guess.....What's it about ???

Year after year the seasons go by,

He still stands in his field, spent & strained.

He lifts his gaze above, towards the morning sky,

Clouds were there for sure, but it never rained.

 

A tiny spark of hope ignites each time a wind blows,

He starts to walk few meters now but feels his energy drained.

He curses then his wretched self, his eyes began to flow,

No it wasn’t meant to be, No, it never rained.

 

Feeling down he thought to himself, “Why is it only me?”

He begged, he cried, he prayed for it, till the very end. 

He tried to do everything he could, just for you to see,

But you chose to turn a deaf ear, yes, it never rained.

 

He now peacefully in his grave rests, his journey coming to a halt,

Only one question lingers in my mind, oh lord, “What was the poor's fault?”