What if the rain never came?
Drip
drop
dry.
There'd be nothing to wash
The tangles from your hair,
Or the soot from your pores.
What if the sky never filled with clouds?
Drip
drop.
Each lost droplet a lost idea
For the clouds are the accumulation
Of all the ideas and dreams
Of the people down below.
What if the thoughts stopped coming?
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
What if?