Dry spell, Dry spell
Oh to loathe thee...
With your recall trickery,
and your shifty imagery...

Dry spell, Dry spell
You come to steal from me...
My dream scape harmony,
My lucid melody..

Dry spell, Dry spell
Such is your kind...
as you scorch the fantasy,
of my will and my mind...

Dry spell, Dry spell
Your end is clear...
The day a weave is countered,
Shall soon be near...

..:: dryspells are annoying, majorly annoying, but at least they come to an end ::..

*waits patiently for it to end*