Streams In the Desert
It’s hit or miss, or so it seems:
a stroll beside well-watered streams,
then all about, a parching drought.
Some days, cavorting in the sun;
on others, nary see a one,
producing doubt when they’ll be out.
But when it seems that things are worse,
sunlight breaks through, the clouds disperse,
and tender verses start to sprout.
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A Nove Otto, 9 lines, 8 syllables per line,
with a rhyme scheme of aabccbddb
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