Belying Night

It didn’t rain last night,
I was waiting,
As you had said,
It would,
Benighted night had cast its shadow,
I could see nothing,
But a few stars,
Struggling their way out,
To shine in the dark.
Moon was lazy,
Thanking the clouds,
For making it hazy,
Tired of constant attention,
Was seeking time for contemplation.
Earth was dry and dusty,
Mind you,
Extremely thirsty and weary,
Sun was harsh this year,
Warped in the hands of fate,
She didn’t want to die in this state.
Leaves pined for a new lease of life,
Wilted they were, almost dry,
From fresh green to canary yellow,
Their journey surely wasn’t mellow.
In this obscurity,
Hoping for some distraction,
I looked up,
At the swollen clouds,
They refused to break,
‘Not today my dear’
With a derision,
They looked away.
I still waited,
As you had said,
Last night it would,
But it never rained.