|Swollen drops to fill the streams
Were caught within the headlamp
As prancing stars that left the
To dance as silver on the sight.
The gorse and turf revived again,
The drought was done – at last the
Deep dusty rivers heard the sound,
The great wide cracks of arid ground
Raised sightless eyes and drank
The time of greenness could begin!
The fading trees stirred up to sigh
For joy – they did not have to die!
And once, this heart of anguish lay
Midst scars of dreams from yesterday
It's garden dry and fading fast,
Life's blooms of joy that did not
And nothing grew amidst the cry
'This drought of care would have
TILL GOD! And fading flowers stirred,
HE breathed and suddenly was heard
Above the cry that brought Him down
To heal the arid dying ground
Of hopelessness and long borne pain...
THE THUNDEROUS SOUND OF POURING
Annette Keeble Martens.
© 2009 Annette Keeble