Thirsty clouds

The clouds are thirsty now
They had been quenching fires
Born out of hunger
of bodies we are imprisoned in
They had been soaring
Higher and higher
They had been roaring
Louder and sharper
They had been thundering
Lightier and brighter
They had been pouring
With the broken heavens
Yesterday
They sat down tired and spent
They sat down around the round table
They sat down holding their chins
In chipped cupped palms
They sat down thinking about rains
They were silent
They had been raining
They were thirsty now…