Rain Prayer - Poem by Glen Kappy
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.
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