The wilting fields and thirsty forests prayed,
And God heard and relented; rain has come,
And filled the earth awhile again with green.
The parched prairies cried out to their Maker,
And after winter’s lengthy weariness
That followed summer’s drought and scorching heat,
He opened heaven to pour down relief.
The grateful oaks and pines shall praise his name,
The daffodils and crocuses rejoice,
And even blades of grass shall bow in thanks.
So how much more should, grateful, we obey!
This is something of a follow-up to my earlier poem Famine; the first couple of lines came to me after the first tentative rain late last fall, but the poem then stalled there until the past week or so, when the lavish spring rain became the immediate referent.
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