Replenishing Rain
Hundred ten summer…
Widening cracks drought has made,
drip-drop closed gap.
For the rain contest. When I was a boy, the deep south suffered through an oppressive
drought. The red clay had such deep cracks in it I never thought they would go away, until
those torrential rains finally came. In less than three hours everything and everybody was
healed by this blessing from above.
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