Woodpecker and Rain
"Oh rain, you stopped falling on me. I admit I cut the trees, your buddies on earth, that too twice. It was an immature thing I should never have done. I promise I'll plant a million. I know it can never be a compensation. But that's what I could offer you now. It's way too dry and burning down here. Will you forgive me? Will you ever come back? Will you not let wind - my counterpart - take you away from me and fall somewhere very far? My wings are too weak to fly far to reach there" Woodpecker begged looking at sky. He knew there's no sign of tender clouds to burst, still he had hopes in miracles.