A Drought Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Drought



Clouds drifting down the pathways of doubting people.
Wanting to shower upon everyone below, yet not having
any water in their bellies, dried beyond comprehension
from a drought of major proportions.
Standing alone, hoping for a gust of wind to fly to
tornado absolutes, just to push them forward where
they'll be on their own again.

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