from 'Prayers'
The ground is parched—
its lips are cracked—
O let it drink and drink of rain.
And all that sprouts would praise—
a million times more intricate and eloquent
than Shakespeare's stock and use of words—
the headline act! —
with every porch a private box to view the blessed event—
we'd dance and cheer and soak in it.
And even jerkied hearts
would turn to thoughts of you
and even bitter tongues give thanks.
Hi Glen! An apt and noble prayer! The state of farmers in India and the drought situation is dreaded. We pray for rain. We have a Rain God too. He is known as Indra. People do believe that invocation to Lord Indra brings rain. Imagine a place without rain - all beings parched! Four liner verses, so well written! Thank you Glen!
hi, geeta! thank you for your appreciation. i've been praying this again lately, figuratively lifting my arms and hands to God like a tree for rain. parts of town have gotten some good rain, but we haven't had a good rain since late june. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The ground is parched— its lips are cracked— O let it drink and drink of rain. And all that sprouts would praise— a million times more intricate and eloquent than Shakespeare's stock and use of words— - - - The feelings of joy are so apparent in the atmosphere when earth receives rainfall after long hot Summer.I personally enjoy the summer rains and watch how tree branches wave in joy in the rain.It is as if dancing in gratitude.
hey, bharati! thanks for looking this poem up and commenting. how the basic needs of us humans join us to those who've gone before us centuries—millenia! —before! be blessed! -glen