Waiting For Rain Poem by Barry Middleton

a gray day without rain
it seems a waste
a failed campaign

the dark mood of muted light
can cast no
reassuring light

a bright hope when prayer is done
yet hears a distant
kettle drum

that pledges rain by afternoon
its sweet relief
is coming soon

to wake the desiccated earth
a midwife
for the lilies birth

and what do gray days hold for me
I guess I must
just wait to see

I may be spirit and the power
or just the dust
beneath the bower

and either way is right by me
for either way
at last I'm free