Monday, October 27, 2008


The storm is brewing
The weather is right
Clouds are collecting
To block the sun's light

And the burned barren land
Cries out with thirst
Roots clinging to sand
Await the cloudburst

And out from the shade
Come the dry and parched
New friendships are made
As together they march

Towards the relief
From the sun's burning rays
To rinse off the grief
Of deserted past days

And the rain sparkles in
And the earth lets off steam
And suddenly things
Aren't as bad as they seem

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