the drought summer
triggers the waves
to fire unforgiving saline shots
to a cracked shore
the sun scratches my cheeks
like a vicious cat fed up
with anchovies being fed
around the clock
her glaring sharp stare
threatens the moonlight
to hide in plain sight
my feet on the burning sand
gives flashback of
watching a rabbit roasted
on the campfire
in agony, I curse the sun
showing no mercy to the land
she chuckles on my naïveté
and tells me to plead with
the God upstairs
to let loose the blessing rain
instead of drumming up
the raging thunder
Flicker of Thoughts 