Pray For Rain

Winter was cruel and vengeful,
its end we all did pray.
Still, no mercy could be found,
when winter went away.
When spring had finally come,
the skies dare spare a drop
of precious rain to fall below
on our dusty crop.
All watch the sky above,
Should clouds appear,
Yet as soon as they did,
they would only clear.
July was now upon us,
It cracked and scorched the ground,
We prayed for rain all day
But none could be found…
Then, without a trace,
The sky grew dark and still
and all of us from our town,
looked above to feel,
tiny, little raindrops,
that fell upon our faces.
The rain soaked the fields,
And other needed places.
It poured onto the roofs,
and quenched the thirsty streets.
The children danced about,
splashing in bare feet.
But most of all, the rain did fall,
and saved us from further harm…
on each and every crop it fell,
on each and every farm.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Craig Steven Glass.


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