It Feels Like Rain
It Feels Like Rain
The air is warm and nestles around me,
Grey skies lower and seem to sit on my head.
The finches are silent and perch low on the branch,
They seem to know the earth soon will be fed.
People are smiling and quick on their way,
This first drops hold promise of heady release.
This land so withered and parched by the sun,
Will soon know a measure of watery peace.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2008
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