Summer Rain


Rain comes marching across the fields
A rushing sound
And the dry, cracked ground
Thirstily drinks.

Withered trees wave their drooping limbs
In the fresh wind.
Branches sway and bend
Expectantly.

Small inhabitants of the grass
Quiver in awe,
Watching the rain draw
Its grey curtain.

A parched earth waits in eagerness
The coming rain.
Roused to life again
By lively wind.

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