Scorching Clouds...

The scorching land...

Glances up at the pregnant clouds...

The parched patch...

Raises a plea out loud...

O beholder of vapor...

What have I done...

Why do you avert your gaze...

Why do you desist me for the wrong ... I have not done...

Look me in my eyes...

Confront me upfront...

I want to know why...

The savage in you ....wants to keep me dry...

With a lightening, resembling a smile...

And the pitch, not so high ...

A tiny tear streaming down its eyes..

The beholder of vapor, cried...

My dearest terrene....my lovely countryside...

I have nothing against you, I have nothing to hide...

Its the mortal who rules upon you...

He is the one who brought upon this plight...

He who has plundered you...

He who has murdered you...

He is the one...

Who has desiccated my reservoir...

I am so helpless...I want to cry...

It breaks my heart...to see you dry...

Lets come together and pray for refuge...

Almighty is so great, we won't be refused...

Lets pray for enlightenment...

Let us pray...that the mortal be disciplined...

Lets pray that he is apprised...

To play with us won't be right...