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Rain by Tony Whitaker
Rain pours in the night
at last
each wet bead
beating notes
atop the tin roof
congruent symphonic sounds
then the din renders
eyes a sleepy-time demise
Barren fields cry as
wet daggers pry
hard pan land
emergent rills spill
contents of puddles
forming in the infinite
dry maze of cracks
or foot-printed life
from once sodden soil
Dry brittle grass
seeds and stems soak
as organic solutions
reach out
from thirsting ground
and quench
in muted agro agony
The earth shudders
10/09/2007 Posted on 10/09/2007 Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker
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