Summer Rain
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When Rain Came to the Valley
In swelter’s grip, they struggled day to day.
Sweat dripped from them. They barely could keep sane.
In stifling rooms each night they knelt to pray
for God to save their crops with precious rain.
One August morn, their fears got washed away.
They knew their prayers had not been in vain.
They woke up to the sound of pitter-pat.
No sweeter sound in all the world was that!
The pitter-pat got loud and very strong.
From valley houses came their cries of glee.
Rain’s sound seemed to their ears like angels’ song.
Like children running into waves of sea,
they ran and leaped in it, a happy throng
whose suffering at once they all saw flee,
and later, in the twilight’s cool they knelt
to tell their Lord the gratitude they felt.
Sept. 4, 2017 for Dale Gregory Cozart's Summer Rain Storm Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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