ADDICTION: a poem

A blue bird against a blue sky,
Scorching sun burning the field,
Green leaves threatening to touch the vastness
Just threatens,
Never does actually do it.
Like a touch of happiness looking to dispel a sea of gloom
And then a drop of rain falls on the dry ground
A sense of excitement, a thrill, pleasure
Because its new , its welcome
At first i loved the wet smell
Then before i realized
I ccouldnt live without the water.