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RAIN AT LAST
The thunder rolled around the valley echoing everywhere,
It brought a promise of rain to ease the humid air.
The heavy clouds rushed before the hurrying wind,
Going off to hide their face, maybe they had sinned.
Then the lightening ripped open those scurrying clouds,
Then down came the rain like a hundred icy cold shrouds,
Cooling parched earth, a healing moisturizing hand,
Blessing forever tree and grass, or is it too late for this dry land?
The large trees seem to have survived the long cruel drought,
The grass browned young, saplings dead all about,
Will they revive, show signs of life once more,
Or has it been too long without the life giving rain?
The parched earth absorbs like a sponge the moisture,
Is it my imagination or is it already greener, the pasture?
Fall rain, soak all that your goodness can give,
A death shroud that brings life so things may live.
Stay a while, fall in cascades of life giving rain,
Ease the hurt and hurt of sun’s unrelenting pain,
Fall until life returns again to the dying earth,
Fill rivers and streams and start again new birth.
Is it too late for food giving crops for you now to save,
Too late to plump the fruit for which so many crave.
Too late for the flowers that will never be able to bloom
Or smell their sweet fragrance in my living room.
At least the soil will be softened in time for falls planting,
So hope is kindled in farmers hearts that were fainting,
Fall rain, fall long even if so late is your coming,
Late is better than never, I’ll stand in your gift, rejoicing.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 4, 2002