The Last Time It Rained
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The Last Time it Rained
David J Walker
How can say
you don’t remember
The last time
The scent of moisture
Teased the scenes
With hope from heaven falling
From the sky
Drenching as it quenches
The dry smoldering fires
From on high
Fulfilling the desires from
Deep within the trenches
That will bleed in the need
Of filling with rain
Mark the missed days by the hue
It’s really only a matter of the
Morning dew
And recognizing the various
Shades of brown
Brown is in sole possession of
The ground between rains
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2020
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