Summer waits for rain

Seed pods straining tense,
On the first splash shall explode.
Summer waits for rain.

Late morning river
stands still like a stark, white shroud.
Summer thirsts for rain.

The river waters surge,
their time to rule has come.
Summer yearns for rain.

Pregnant clouds above,
still air below, night swelters.
Summer longs for rain.

The forest's green is
greener as clouds mask the sun.
Summer aches for rain.