Summer Rains

We all have a story. We all have drama in life. Some sad sagas are unbelievable, And others are much less dramatic. When I was very young, There was never enough Of the summer rains that Always freed me from pain. But I was never more appreciative Than when those cool showers came, Because it meant that we could refrain From toiling in sunbeaten fields of summer. Long days of heat, humidity, and sweat. Long hot summers of too little fun and play. Obvious wrongs that no one wanted to make right. This kid prayed and longed for much better days. Sometimes, it hurts to think about it. Childhood labor was simply inhumane. The economic system could not feel or hear. But the summer rains were answers to my prayers.