The drought has claimed December's rains,
The earth is parched and bare.
I know you loved to turn above
And feel the heavens there.
The clime is warm; no cloudy storm
Will fall upon this ground.
A snowy quilt will not be spilt,
For heat will still abound.
The carols still will sound so shrill,
Devoid of rythmic bass -
You need guitars to soothe the scars
The cheer leaves in its place.
No gift to give, but you can live
Without such things, I'm sure;
While chocolate's taste I hate to waste,
I'll give you something more.
A simple touch can mean so much,
A feeling we shall miss;
I'll give to you the taste renewed
Of chocolate on my lips.
A metal tune I can't craft soon,
So that will go unplayed;
My heart can beat a drum complete,
So you shan't be dismayed.
And should you chill, I'll help fulfil
Protecting you from harm;
The feeling true I'll give to you,
Of safety in my arms.
And yet the rain won't fall again,
No moisture on the ground.
We'll never dance enthralled, entranced,
While water falls around.
A shower's fall can soothe my pall;
Your last gift lies within;
I'll give to you the morning dew,
Petrichor on my skin.