"dry" villanelle

A long year it’s been. No rain, only drought.

No use for that cracked red, rusting old boat.

If a raindrop I feel, with glee, I’ll shout.

Nothing will come out of the kitchen spout

so I just sigh and reach to the remote;

A long year it’s been. No rain, only drought.

All I seem to do is sit here and pout.

No water to pour on my steel-cut oat.

If a raindrop I feel, with glee, I’ll shout.

There’s nothing good to even write about

no play days or travels of which to gloat;

A long year it’s been. No rain, only drought.

My long-eared hound dog won’t even go out.

I guess it’s okay he chewed my rain coat…

If a raindrop I feel, with glee, I’ll shout.

My poor, drooping eyes are still filled with doubt

my voice is scratchy from my dried out throat

A long year it’s been. No rain, only drought.

If a raindrop I feel, with glee, I’ll shout.