A Farmer's Rain

Carefully soaking to reveal the grain,
Undressing it of the scribblings obscene,
The deep, gentle, heavy, strong, sobbing rain
Washes the chalk-covered sidewalks all clean.
The air is freed of the stifling heat.
The cracked, dry, sore ground rejuvenates life:
Tan, thirsty soil becomes soft under feet
Nostalgic for times when water was rife. 
The tears of the sky are tears of the soul, 
Washing away all the sorrow and pain.
When smiling is the impossible goal
And every effort is sadly in vain–
Come cry with me, I will be here for you.
Our tears will mix to be the morning dew.

The End

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