Bow as if in grateful praise
Supplicants of this gift of rain
Which has made its way
Across the sea and onto the land,
Its late arrival has been
Noted in the hard cracked ground
And slumping leaves…
And then the wind rises up
So purposefully and
Shakes the trees
Like great green dogs
And sprays and showers
Even more,
The grand finale of this storm.
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