They poured like raindrops
On a hot summer's day
At times like hail-stones
A carpet on the ground they lay
I thought the monsoon had come
Ending the dry spell
That words would flow like a river
Or water in a perennial well
Yet when I tried to pick them
The raindrops became air
The hailstones just melted
And I found nothing there
The river was just a mirage
The well just too deep to plumb
So now I'm left with empty words
A feeling of being dumb