Drop of thought

As the scorching summer comes to an end

Big shiny raindrops come to mend

The dying plants in the farmer’s field

And to wake the city that lay asleep

While in the city the hustle remains

And some people sit by their window panes

With a book in hand and hot chocolate by the side

Or lost in music in their imaginary stride

The rural populace jump up with mirth

For now there’s hope to fight the dearth

For now there’s water to quench their thirst

The raindrops are pearls that help them fight their worst

But I wonder if we all exercised caution

And built our souls with empathy and emotion

Would there be enough shade and shelter?

Or would the homeless and stray die in the pelter?

Would the rurals have to wait to meet their basic needs?

Would the farmers have to sweat to harvest new breeds?

I wonder if we all exercised caution

Would we need to be reminded to be empathetic so often?