A dripple,a drabble,
a rainfall comes.
Drought had reigned.
Drought now perished.
A country town sang and danced,
like a nation rejoicing in its' independence.
The rain fell hard upon the land,
as if kings punishing rebellious subjects.
Floods sprang out upon the land,
like a conquering army seeking the spoils of war.
The sun comes out and rules,
til the moon takes its command away.
Oh, how I wish the weather of summer
would just hurry away.
(Written by Quintin)
Quintin's poem comes on the heels of our first good rainfall. While the rain doesn't mark the end of the dry season, it does signal that a change is coming. The change will be welcome as the temperatures and humidity have risen. Our friends tells us that the transition between the seasons always seems to be the warmest time. Like Quintin, I think we are all missing the simple joy of cool Autumn nights. Shalom. Jeff
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment