I hear the rumble of thunder
and I wish it would rain
rain brings life and hope
the grass needs green relief
desiccated flowers wait
for a gift from above
the earth's tears are spent
the flesh is burned
grief is everywhere
in a cloud of toxic dust
humanity cries out
demanding redemption
summer lingered too long
and I wish it would rain
A lovely write...sometimes I imagine I can hear the plants sup up the rain.... Annette
Yes. Rain is life giving and cleansing. Thanks you for commenting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
desiccated It's the first time I fall upon this word.//Ordinary conditions of life made so visable by your verses, Barry.
I do like to keep it pretty simple usually.