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The Reality of a Fantasy Rain
The Reality of A Fantasy Rain
David J Walker
Remembered in the
Paint by number dreams the
Fantasy rain
Seems to be falling
following
calling me by faith
to the
front room
picture window
coaxing me to the back porch
hoping
to observe lightning
and listening for
Thor’s rolling thunder
His hand on the hammer
His hammer strikes the anvil
A stammer of sparks
Scattering across
The far horizon
Spreading new stars
In a darkened universe
But the reality of the
Quiet dryness and
A warm summer breeze
Challenges Thor
In battle
A war he cannot win
The crops cry for relief
From a dry August day
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