.
It leaves the mountains covered in snow
And dumps its rain beside the hills,
Filling near-empty dams but
Causing flooding in the dells.
.
This wind echoes the sound of the sea
A thousand miles in its wake,
But the land in the east is dry as a bone
And there’s naught its thirst to slake.
.
Warm and snug in bed I lie,
Thinking of those who, unlike I,
Huddle under the cold black sky
And I wonder, ‘Why?’
.
© Denise G Allen 15 July 2012 06:07
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
15/07/2012 at 5:22 pm
This describes our weather so well, Adee. I also think of those left out in the cold 😦
*hugs*
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15/07/2012 at 7:26 pm
Very thoughtful poem, adee. I often think of those homeless folk when I’m warm and snug in bed. Blanket donations are always welcome.
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15/07/2012 at 7:29 pm
I have also been sitting here, listening to the rain, and wondering about the folk in shacks.
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15/07/2012 at 7:59 pm
Such an interesting progression of ideas, Denise. And I love where it leads.
John
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15/07/2012 at 8:31 pm
what does slake mean?
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15/07/2012 at 8:33 pm
I found it now…I never knew that
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15/07/2012 at 10:51 pm
We could use a “little” of that rain here..But such is our “lot” at this time..
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16/07/2012 at 2:56 am
Thunder storm here right as I am reading.
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16/07/2012 at 10:24 am
I’ve just moved, and it’s very dry here. Wondering ‘why’ myself.
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17/07/2012 at 1:46 pm
I wonder why too, Adee – we have a magazine here called ‘The Big Issue’ sold on the city streets by people who are or have been homeless – each issue has a vendor profile and it’s interesting to read their stories and to see all the different causes of homelessness. I guess out-and-out poverty, and possibly the AIDS epidemic, are a few of the main contirbutors in SA
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