Desert Rain
Oft the days are dry and hot,
and life is hard to bear
I look above, but I forgot,
how to even say a prayer
The wind blows dry, choking dust,
“God,” I cry, “don’t you care?”
Dark clouds form, in the violent gust,
“Why?” I whisper in despair
Hope forlorn, in downpour caught,
as lightning flares
Then the thunder stills, so I review,
where death once reigned supreme
As gentle rain, life renews,
my desert has turned green.
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Beautiful!
Thank you !!
Perhaps my favorite post of yours : )
Thank you 🤗
Beautiful 🙂
Thank you! 😊
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