Happiness falls in such unequal measure
like scattered showers, the fuzzy demarcation
between the blessed and cursed a random riddle,
even grotesque, as the gasping brown field
futilely grasps at overhead clouds passing,
while within sight the lush hilltop trees
drip in excess, a wasteful carousal of wet.
Yet to the patient underground river all
the widespread cast is finally gathered together,
swelling the cramped aquifers with promise
that there will come one day the cold slow drink
to slake the bitter thirst and to erase
the nightmare haunt of clouds that swung down low
heavy with the water they refused to give away.