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