,
I wished in vain
For little drops of rain
While the ground lay dry
And cracked beneath my feet
,
The hot wind teased
The brown grass seeds
And blew them helter-skelter
Across the dust-dry earth
,
A muted rumbling
A flash of lightning
Far away in the vastness
Of the mountainous distance
,
Relief was looming
The rain was coming
Dark clouds appeared, rain escaping
In a deluge straight from heaven
,
©DGA 24 November 2011 08:26
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
24/11/2011 at 10:57 am
Graphic!
Only trouble is that now it’s here, it is tending to overdo things!
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24/11/2011 at 11:43 am
Oh, yes, Col. that is the African way, not so!
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24/11/2011 at 12:03 pm
You have such a wonderful way of projecting your imagery.
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24/11/2011 at 1:22 pm
Thank you, Gran, that’s such a nice thing to say… 😀
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24/11/2011 at 1:11 pm
Rain to cleanse the heart and hearth…
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24/11/2011 at 1:23 pm
Yes, cleansing rain… thanks Maxi. 🙂
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24/11/2011 at 2:37 pm
yeah can get kinda scary when the rain comes again in abundance after drought…but what a blessing…smiles.
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24/11/2011 at 3:31 pm
Yes, it can be, beause it washes straight off the land instead of being soaked up. But it cools the air wonderfully, Brian.
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24/11/2011 at 3:45 pm
Perhaps nature’s way of baptizing us
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24/11/2011 at 3:48 pm
Haha, Carl, more like nature’s way of washing us… 😀
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24/11/2011 at 4:35 pm
Beautiful poem, Denise!
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24/11/2011 at 5:09 pm
Thanks so much, Nancy. Happy Thanksgiving! xxx
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24/11/2011 at 5:54 pm
Nicely done Denise, it’s fun to take the subject at hand and turn it into a poem, Isn’t it? It really is a talent, and you have it.
So, as the Irish say: “May the rain fall soft upon your fields”
May the crows, your corn, not steal
and may your heart, love always feel
and may your ship, stay even keeled.
Ha, I made up the last three lines, but a blessing is a blessing…
Have a wonderful day.
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24/11/2011 at 6:23 pm
Thank you, Jack, for the lovely poem including the last three lines which really fit well! Hope you are having a wonderful Thanksgiving.
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24/11/2011 at 5:55 pm
Blessings from heaven come in their own time, it seems… 🙂
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24/11/2011 at 6:24 pm
Yes, they do, Ruth, and sometimes in different guises… 😀
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24/11/2011 at 6:06 pm
Feeling refreshed!
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24/11/2011 at 6:25 pm
Oh, yes, 1S, just what the doctor ordered, lol!
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24/11/2011 at 11:28 pm
Rain is blessed even in England, Denise.
It must be so much more valued in Africa. And some folk get so little rain.
Thank you
John
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25/11/2011 at 5:17 am
Thank you, John. I called it African Rain because it usually comes in downpours, with thunder and lightning, but is relatively brief. We seldom get set-in rain, steady drizzle for days at a time.
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25/11/2011 at 8:14 am
Like the image of the seeds blowing across the dry earth 🙂 It hasn’t rained here for a while and everything looks tinder dry – hoping for rain soon (and then it will rain to much – haha).
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25/11/2011 at 8:43 am
Haha, Gabe, your’re so right! We have had little storms virtually every night recently and DOWNPOURS that you wonder where it all comes from!
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26/11/2011 at 5:09 am
The cracked earth is a striking image. I can imagine when you are waiting for rain in Africa that when it eventually comes it is like a heavenly thing. I really enjoyed this poem. Great work!
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26/11/2011 at 5:17 am
Thanks, Selma. There are some arid areas in this country that get very little rain so it is always really welcome.
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27/11/2011 at 1:45 pm
I am so glad the rain did come it was a dry Spring for us.
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27/11/2011 at 3:26 pm
Yes, it was dry here too, and the rain has been good.
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