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The Last Time It Rained

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 © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
January 2, 2021 at 4:24 AM
I actually smelled rain when I read this!
Walker Avatar
January 2, 2021 at 5:23 AM
Thank you, Caren. And Thank God for memory that connects us to the days we can call our own.
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