Random scribble

The unbearable stench
of a dry summer
dissolves into oblivion
I can almost hear the pulse
of a distant thunder
yearning to set ablaze
As the gentle breeze
now begins to tremble
The forecast
that was never meant to be
screams out
of the calm night
Here I lie awake
in anticipation
that the first drop
brings forth
a new aura of hope
to wash away
my tears of loneliness
The hope
of a promise long forgotten..