Rain
Oh, the falling rain.
What a welcomed sound.
To ease the pain,
and soften the hard thirsty ground.
A prayer answered, to save
us from this drought.
To quite our blatant doubt.
So rain please fall down.
Kiss my little piece of ground.
Rain on my roof top,
please fall softly upon
my weak and tired crop.
Fill up the pond for my cows,
and soften the earth for my plows.
I know hard times can't last
forever, but I sure could use
the rain to make it through
the endeavor.
What a sigh of relief, to hear
the rain bringing back life.
To wash away the
harsh sun and it's strife.
Lord, I work the land,
to feed my family.
You know between you and me,
this is not for gain.
But I do need this rain.
Sarah Comstock
4/12/06
Copyright © Sarah Comstock | Year Posted 2010
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