Seasonal Harvest

SEASONAL HARVEST Filled to the brim, heavy baskets of seed cruel the taskmaster fueling my need. My eyes search the heavens for a promise of rain but the sun scoffs and taunts in haughty disdain. Years of drought, cracked soil with dead seed dreams of life dying in the midst of the heat. Only crumbs on the plate, no more wine in my cup and slowly, but surely, filled with doubt, I give up. The fields remain barren no reward for my toil, I feel my strength waning my courage has gone till finally I shout loud : "I've had it, ENOUGH!" then fling forth the baskets, scatter seeds in the air on wings of hot wind they fall everywhere. A rumble above precedes something wet I think its my tears then realize its rain. The floodgates of heaven have opened above how odd that it came now, just when I gave up. Not long and the seeds I had flung all around start growing and yield a bountiful crop one second it took for God to change all don't look at the sun rather watch the seed fall.