Rain again

 

Aggrieved without the season's bountiful rain

I start to write these lines with stressful pain.

The days are dry and I do not know why

There are no clouds to spot across the sky.

The springs and streams that come alive this time,

Have gone away beyond being sublime.

No water there for crops; no water there

 To drink; the days are hot for me to bear.

They say, life now on earth is hard to live

Unless we understand how we can relive

The past that's lost; its simple, yet content

Ways ought to guide us through this sad moment.

Our race these days is fast, unwise and lost.

Only rain again can save us here at last.

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