Dry Skies

Further proof we need not seek,
  The world is near an end,
For all day long the sun was seen -
  No rain the clouds did send.

Both day and night the sky was dry
  And Monday came and went;
I rubbed my eyes and pinched myself
  And wondered what it meant.

Had the gods forgotten us,
  Did they withhold the rain?
Had someone dropped a dime on us
  Like Abel fell to Cain?

Moccasins upon my feet,
  I feathered up a hat,
And danced around the living room -
   Still rainless after that.

Somewhere something’s wrong I’m sure
  It simply cannot be
That fortune brought a day of dry
  To share with you and me.