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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