Dead Seed? Poem by naphright naphright

reminicing the early rain, how seeds were planted for the waited grain, toil and swet for a future so bright, picturing the fields of a harvest so ripe, ground soak and wet for a seed to be nutured, sights unseen but graranteed to prosper, seeds in hand sometimes scattered but purpose made me dig to receive the blessed matter. one by one, back bent in the sun, tears of joy and pain in this early rain, faint without hope can not sustain, each moment in time drifts away, like the shaft in the wind gone astray, day after day nothing yet, surely a promnise to be kept, enough dissapoint from the outer level, patience being developed, somethings bound to happen, wait i say on the Lord oh my soul you shall receive your reward, crowns thrown at his feet, from what looked like defeat, oil in lamp with extra could be longer than planned, being ready for the sound of the trumped at his command, a drought in plain view, heat so hot i did spew, ground hard can anything come through, forgotten soul me not you, drip dropp is that all, looks like rain only no more to fall, misty atmosphere and the smell of rain only to dissappear, wait again i say on the Lord hope that's something to look forward, long time now still no rain i've casted my toil and pain, what's that i hear on the tin roof, definite sounds of water a loof, send the rain, the latter rain, patience has had it's perfect work, oh it is at hand, open wide great earth, all the tears of those that cried are falling, kind of sad but this is a day of jubilee as it is everyday, i see nothing bad, the day that it falls, is thanksgiving day, again i say wait on the lord for he is Living!