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.

jerry hughes

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