Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 204 Points (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

And The Rains Came - Poem by Stan Petrovich

After a 100-day drought
Wringing the patience from everybody's pores,
The rain finally enshrouded the concrete city;
Strange hungry plants invaded odd corners,
And tales of woe became tales of defeat.
The cars & trams were uselessly
Bound in a fog that lasted sun to sun;
Peculiar denizens of the forest deep
Fell punctuating from the sky.
An epidemic of ricketts, were it not for
Vitamin D capsules, made way.
Some were not immune.
Posters of bowlegged young men
Sprung everywhere.

Dr. Armundsun invented a tea,
With the extracts of saffron, lavender
And rhinoceros' tear. That worked for a bit,
The he, too, died.

Why was there no sun in the sky?
Because perhaps it had cried itself to sleep,
Had seen what men did daily
And groaned and wept itself away...


Comments about And The Rains Came by Stan Petrovich

  • Bronze Star - 2,125 Points Elena Sandu (11/6/2014 6:31:00 PM)

    As long as there are people to feel the pain of our planet the hope for us to grow wise and learn how to live friendly with each other cannot die. Yes we shall learn to listen just as you did. We have plenty of teachers all around us, I guess all that we need is to open our hearts towards all forms of life... (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,791 Points Tony Karas (12/11/2012 7:11:00 AM)

    Awesome and thought provoking. The best kind of poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,018 Points Valerie Dohren (11/24/2012 3:03:00 PM)

    Excellent piece of writing, very insightful. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Shadow Girl (11/24/2012 4:09:00 AM)

    Fantastic. There is no sun anywhere anymore after a drought in equilibrium the balance tipped and everything turned to hell. The world is crying. Is anyone listening? No they can't hear through their own tears. Fantastic writing as i always expect from u. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,913 Points Dave Walker (11/23/2012 1:23:00 AM)

    One day they will be no sun or rain. If man was born to
    destroy the world he's doing a fine job.
    A fantastic poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 21, 2012


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