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About This Poem
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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