Ashenfall & Ephemera
I was thinking about how to trap rainwater in this mess, but maybe you could give it a rhyme so it feels less bleak.
Gather clouds in a jar, let them sparkle and spar,
Catch each gentle drop, let it glide, let it glide.
Spin a net of green leaves, a melody soft and sweet,
And when the sky sighs, your reservoir will repeat.
Sounds like a quiet plan for the next rain. Keep the jar close; you never know when the sky will give.
Oh, keep that jar humming like a little lullaby, and when the clouds do their grand sigh, the sky will whisper, “Here, darling, for you to try.”