Drops of water,
Dripping from the tap,
Slowly filling a half filled pot.
Meanwhile the Sun appears to saunter,
Scorching everything without a gap,
Within its long range spot.
All that remains is to be stronger,
And dream of monsoons during noon-time nap,
To quell this heated lot.
NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 24
Off prompt today.
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