not within bounds

at times the river will not fill a spoon
but there is hope that happy clouds may come
blotting out suffering adding the sum
of pleasant waters raining down at noon
right now it's hellish hot no creatures croon
urgent desires we hear no insect hum
all life is drier than an ancient crumb
a single drop of moisture'd be a boon
instead the heat stays on a steady rise
we aren't supposed to take our heads outside
and water dries up just before it's spilled
for this endurance we will get no prize
nothing to swell our heads with vacant pride
nor will the fatted calf ever be killed