I was like water

I was like water
filling in the cracks,
evaporating quickly
as a film of moistness
touching all,
and getting asked;
Why aren't you watering
the crops?

But, said I, what will
the animals drink?
What dews the windows?
What rusts the fence?
Who makes the rushing sound
of the far away fall?

Not a film of moistness, sad he,
Let the dryness speak for itself.
Water the fields.