Quiet late summer morning awaiting
the storm they say we will have.
We’ll not hold our breaths but hope
for a soaking rain to slake the thirsts
of All long since parched and dry
weary of this summer drought.
Quiet late summer morning awaiting
the storm they say we will have.
We’ll not hold our breaths but hope
for a soaking rain to slake the thirsts
of All long since parched and dry
weary of this summer drought.
