Attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet.
Would rain cease to fall if our love ended?
Oceans and waterways parched into land?
Clear skies disclosed, cloudy days transcended,
Drought and aridity forced by fate’s hand?
Should sun bursts of loving, scattered and few,
Cast shadows on earth and thirst for all man,
Could we forgive any need to eschew,
Or safeguard future as best as we can?
Drenched in outpouring of heavenly storm
We gaze into blue and plead for release,
Monsoon’s donation absorbed without harm,
Entreaties to god to hear earnest pleas;
Tempests’ cascades to shower forever,
Flooding bank balance of deepest river.