Dust Bowl
Dust covers the land,
as a blanket does
a sleeping soul.
Clouds gather in their
fluffy rows to bring
the long over due rain.
A quite stillness
covers the land
as it does before the storm.
Silence is broken as
the mighty thunder
calls out to nature.
A falling rain drop
kissing the dry earth,
so gently.
The heavens are opened
and the rain descends
like a falling star.
Soaking up the rain drops
such sweet bliss
the land has enjoyed this day.
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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