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Deluge
I prayed for rain, crossed my fingers, touched wood
Still it never came, the parched ground begged,
Dogs sought out shady corners and panted,
Plants and hearts wilted, the dryness ached.
Branches draped over my head. I missed your arms.
Roses bloomed. Roses died. The heat unbearable
Birds too tired to sing, or feed high on wing
The light of day, the sunshine of your eyes
I was somewhere you were not, dry eyed.
Days past. The wanting desire for rain continues
Till finally I see a mirage floating across the lawn
The first kiss of rain, our hands meet, bodies entwine
My prayers are answered, a sudden deluge begins.
© 26/7/2012
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