END OF THE DROUGHT
Blessed holy rain,
Grace of God,
falling
straight
cold, hard, grey.
Wholly blessed rain,
thirst-ending
wet-soaking
the hot, dry earth and me.
Rain, holey and blessed.
Rain wholly rain-wet.
I have been thirsty so long
for the sigh of the grasses
returning to greenness
and release from the heat.
Copyright
Ruth Hartley 1961
Written
when I lived at Wedza and it seems there was always a drought on the
farm.
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