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"It never rains but it pours." - English Proverb
"The sky has a mind of its own. It answers when it wants, never just when you need it most, and then too little, too much, or not at all" - Author from various sources
"It’s not the lack of rain that ultimtely breaks the farmer - it’s the waiting, or the flood." - Unknown (folk wisdom)

rain

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Aftermath of rain

I called for rain
to heal the cracks of dryness in lips and soil.
To sprout the seeds I'd sown 
in hope expectant in dry soil, 
and with clouds looming gray in skies overhead.
But alas it came, 
too early, 
too late, 
or never came at all.

For when it rains too little it withers, 
rains too much it drowns.
When it makes callers wait 
far too long on hold, it appalls.

For rain is a wild cantankerous beast,
with a mind of its own,
leaving callers lost, hurt, 
frustrated and exasperated
in its aftermath.
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