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Rivers Again

The earth in Wiltshire is crying for rain... I hear the sky whispering rumours of rain Apparently there will be rivers again Worms for the blackbirds, toads in the mud Puddles on petals and fields in flood Streams in the gutter, in burrow and street Children and rabbits with little wet feet Flashes of flame setting Ceres alight And thunderclaps frightening pigeons in flight The waters will fall on the morrow they say Deep in the cracks of the dry earth of May And farmers and flowers with tears in their eyes Will watch as the corn and the reservoirs rise As ever the moaners will mutter and sigh And shake their umbrellas, and curse at the sky © Gail Foster 12th May 2017

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Jannie Breedt

Date: 5/19/2017 5:48:00 PM

Hi Gail You English dont know drought! .And may I say ( all in mirth) you cannot know what rains brings as here. None of this detract from your fantastic write. I am addicted to your take on poetry. Its so refreshingly different and the technique is just crazy. Whenever something turns up from you , i know it will be a good one again..

Agnes Krampe

Date: 5/12/2017 7:46:00 AM

I love all the details in your poem that show what will happen when it rains.

Gail Foster
Date: 5/17/2017 3:17:00 AM

Thanks for the read, Agnes, and I hope you are well. Today in Wiltshire the rain is pouring down, much to the delight of farmers and fields. Now I have written this poem I can never moan about the rain again! All the best to you.