Sunday, 27 December 2020

May Shower

 Rain…

A thin curtain

Moving in across the plain

Passing through country lanes

Once dust, now mud

Passing across fields of corn

Swaying in the breeze, borne

By it into my window,

A splash of drops on the sill

Once more the cauldron will boil

The days of sweat & arduous toil

For the divine relief this shower brings

Recurrent tale of happenings,

Rain…


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