The Long Drought Poem by jerry hughes

The Long Drought



Clouds gathered darkening the sky.
A distant rumble told of rain,
and the parched earth prayed -
'Please, let it pour.'

The first drops made tiny rivulets
and the trees sighed, 'ah, bliss.'
The rumble grew louder,
followed by a mighty clap of thunder.

Down it came, the blessed rain.
Unevenly at first - then harder.
The scorched earth drank it up
in thirsty gulps, and the trees
were cleansed of gathered dust.

Just as suddenly, it stopped.
'Don't go rain, ' the earth implored;
'You've barely wet our surface.'
But the rain had gone -
and the trees wept rusty tears.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alison Cassidy 03 November 2007

I love your 'rusty tears' - little diamonds that shine amid the dust. love Allie xxxx

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Melissa Coventry 01 November 2007

This is an amazing poem. So simple.. yet so touching.. gently yet sad and stirring.. I am left with not knowing if im sad for the trees dispair for the rain.. or our own countries need for rain.. Either way its a wonderful poem.. a true favourite by far! ! And as always you use the technique of including speech of what our wonderful gum trees would say in to poem.. as well as being so detailed and expressive... Much loved poem. Mel xx

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