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Drought

The magic spell binds the air, thirsty trees shriek in silence, animals wander in the river beds, waiting for the rain. We all wait anxiously, man ,birds and beast, with one single purpose praying for the rain. The roads are dry and dusty, the housewives are unhappy, dust gathers everywhere, but still there is no rain. Suddenly the pregnant clouds appear, birds flying madly in the sky, we thought god had heard our cry, but he was just passing by. Oh how we long for the rain. ©2013 Christine Phillips

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Date: 4/3/2013 11:19:00 PM
A wonderul description and tone you have captured with this write. I will be back to read more, SuZ
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Date: 3/30/2013 3:28:00 PM
Intriguingly well composed script depicting for me how the Spirit yearns to be quenched.
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Date: 3/22/2013 4:20:00 AM
where is the drought babe...we havent had one here for a few years in Australia....:well done babe..
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Christine Phillips
Date: 3/22/2013 4:34:00 AM
Thanks you for your comment; I have travelled and experience allot; if you have never experienced drought, you can think of the scene in a metaphorical context; something that you have being deprived of for a long time can cause a specific kind of dryness...a kind of drought in ones life.

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