There it is
A field so empty, so dry
Lonely and dying but searching for the sun
Sun, which was only good until the drought
Rain in sight but misinformed winds
Blowing life farther and farther away.
Here it goes
A hope so desperate, so true
Graceful and fresh but an empty promise
Promise, which told could bring a storm
Destruction of drought with delivering rain
Bringing life closer, closer to home.
Here we are
A pair so dry, so confused
Searching and trying but always friends
Friends, who bring sacred rain for life
A gift undeserved but received in grace
Saving life slowly, slowly again.
 
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