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A Sad Rain Gonna Fall

I meander along lonely as a cloud with nowhere particular to go, when the chill of a wild southerly rushes with purpose over the brow blows me north to join many more. As I gaze towards a bane barren land i sense the plight of desperate farmers sadly, looking our way with a plea, rain rain stay, please don’t go away drifting up to complement our tears. © Harry J Horsman 2020

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Judy Ball

Date: 1/6/2021 10:08:00 PM

Excellent Harry. Here in Airdrie, Ab. just 30km outside Calgary we depend a great deal on plenty of snow in winter to feed the streams and pray for rain in summer so we don't have cattle dropping all over the place. I can relate. Good stuff as always. God Bless, JB

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/4/2021 2:45:00 PM

wow, this is so atmospheric, harry. How did I miss this one. One of your recent best for imagery .

Heidi Sands

Date: 12/27/2020 5:32:00 AM

Excellent personification of the cloud and leads the reader to feel what these farmers do! Well done Harry :)

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Date: 12/25/2020 2:14:00 AM

wonderful xx

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 12/24/2020 6:44:00 AM

Indeed sad, Harry!

Angela Crabtree

Date: 12/22/2020 3:55:00 PM

An interesting read, harry. I took the journey with you :)

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 12/21/2020 10:48:00 AM

I think clouds are so beautiful to watch as they change shape, imagine floating around like a cloud, meandering and building up with purpose over the brow, yet sadly watching the farmers pleading for the rain please not to go away - how desperate they must be and how sad you must be for them that their land is so barren. Great Poem Harry- a blessed Christmas to you and all your family, be safe, take care. Jennifer. Hugs, Jennifer.