Soft as a lover's whisper,
Scarcely more than a mist …
The finest droplets moisten
The thirsty brown crust
Of poor beaten earth
Still warm from yellow sun.
Man feels, hopes, work is done …
Harsh sounds, a squawked warning …
Scarcely time to shelter,
Flying urgently to trees
Black crows share the news …
They smell the coming storm
Which means brown will turn green
Man listens, hopes, surveys the scene…
Earth opens wide its cracked lips
Drinks deeply from the draft
As sky's grey cup overflows
Birds sing thanks for drumming rain
Golden seeds will sprout again.
Concert of song, display of art
Man's senses sated ... thankful heart!
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| Writing Prompt |
Wtite a poem of any length or style using these words
Flying
Warm
Soft
Rain
Earth |
Author Notes
Senses of touch, sound, sight, smell, are included, as well as several colours
(brown, yellow, black, grey, green, golden) from Nature's palette.
Man rejoices that the drought is broken.
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