Drought

Haiku and poem thoughts about drought

Photo by Ross Stone on Unsplash

With no more water left,

we are floating in clouds of gas

at the border of the cleft.

My goal was to express thoughts on drought using just 6 simple words as I practiced writing. I was “playing” like a kid, but a couple of phrases had a profound impact on me, leaving me deep in thought.

Drought for sale: a millionaire business.

Water sale: buy the last drop.

Which one do you prefer most? Which one will motivate you to shut off the tap while you brush your teeth? Drop me a comment below.

Thanks for reading 💖