Thursday, 22 October 2020

Farmer’s pride



The farmer stares,

At open skies,

Hopelessly searching,

For fluffy thick clouds.


To his dismay,

The sky is blue,

The sun is out,

Shining shamelessly brightly.


His crops wither,

The rich soil surface cracks,

His dream crumble,

But he hasn’t lost hope.


He stares again,

At the open sky,

For one last time,

He prays silently.


A small drop of water,

Falls on his rough skin,

Waking him up,

From his sorrow filled dream.


He cries in delight,

As he watches,

Drizzle turn into rain,

Giving life to his dreams.

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