RAIN DANCE
sjnathan
It had been so long since any rain at all
its very smell was lost.
Grass turned orange then white-earth cracked, grayed and tossed
its dust across the withered crops.
Farm reports were dire
about drought and rising cost
of precious corn and soy.
Animals went hungry
or to early death
while fear itself bossed
the banks and markets.
Then television news broke
a story about a farm family
in the south in the midst of a
good soak.
As the cameras rolled
and the commentator spoke
a lone child whirled in the rain
and broke
into laughter.
Then I will give you rain in due season, and the land
shall yield her increase, and the trees of the field
will yield their fruit.
Leviticus 26:4