The Drought Poem by Alexander Downie

The Drought



It has been two long years since the rains came,
The earth is cracking and rattlesnakes rule the land
The distant thunder threatens deluge but never releases,
the soil erodes and dusty winds move it to baron dunes.

Cruel clouds tease allowing a few sweet drops to keep hope alive,
not enough for broken old roots to swallow or new root to survive.
Parched to kindling the slightest spark will ignite a flaming vengeance,
every morning waking and waiting for the cooling rains to arrive.

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