in the quiet hush of twilight's reign
a tale is told of the price of rain
it falls in whispers upon the land
a precious gift from the heavens' hand
for each droplet that kisses the earth
there's a story of sorrow and rebirth
in the heart of a drought-ridden plain
the yearning for water, the silent pain
the farmer kneels upon barren ground
praying for mercy, a hopeful sound
his crops, once lush, now withered and dry
underneath a merciless, sunlit sky
but then, a promise in the distant cloud
a rumble of thunder, bold and proud
the sky weeps tears of liquid grace
as raindrops dance upon his face
each bead of water, a priceless gem
a lifeline to heal, a soothing balm
the earth awakens, thirst quenched at last
a symphony of life, from present to past
yet with this gift, a price is paid
for rain brings both fortune and crusade
it floods the rivers, tests the strong
reminding us where we belong
so heed the tale of the price of rain
a delicate balance, a cosmic chain
in its rhythm, we find our refrain
a reminder of nature's timeless reign
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Solo, Thu, 7th March 2024. 9:19 pm
Suko Waspodo
