I long for rain…
To soak the earth, not disappear before it hits the ground
(Who knew there were so many different, awesome shades of brown?)
To eliminate cracks in the soil, not simply to fall through them
‘Cause didn’t the old people say that earthquakes are heat-driven?
I wish for rain…
The kind that makes for chilly days and later, cooler nights
A deluge of sorts, the kind we see when the hurricane’s at its height
The type of surge we talk about long after it has fallen
Because then it’s no longer rain, but sweet manna from the heavens
I pray for rain….
‘Cause I don’t know how much longer I can last
Conservation is the watchword now, but I yearn for some repast
There’s water all around us on this island we call home
I hope there’s rain on the horizon – and I hope that it comes soon