Poem : A Welcome Rain

Like tiny feet the drizzle comes
It’s been a month of Sunday’s since
The last time I saw stormy clouds
So I can repeat lather, rinse

The dry and arid ground outside
Is so not used to moisture’s kiss
As beating sun gives way to damp
A needed rain we sorely miss

The plants may have long since passed on
The ground may have dried up and died
But with that sorely needed rain -
A hope on which we have relied.

Our crops may flourish soon enough
Now they’re receiving heaven’s tears
The pleasant smell that fills our nose;
Encouragement for coming years.

Originally Posted 26/7/2015

Result - Joint 1st Place