Missing Verdancy

The grass is brown and dry,

The sun glares in the sky,

And I am wondering why

I remember this place as so green.

Every weed seems to grow

And how, I'll never know.

But I really do miss the flow

Of the rain that I haven't seen.

Maybe it's not the weather,

Or it's everything all together. 

But I'm not really sure whether

I can survive in a landscape so lean.