Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts

Saturday, 22 June 2013

FALLING SKY


Who thought this could happen?

Who thought that the sky

would fall on our heads?

It's not what they said.



We'll be drowning they said.

We'll be swimming they said

In sobbing seas with the flavour of tears.

In oceans of wavelets lap-lapping our heads.



Look what's happened instead.

Its not what they said.

When the ice caps gained freedom

they flew up to the skies,

they dissolved into clouds,

then they rained on our heads.



That's not what they said.

Monday, 21 January 2013

END OF THE DROUGHT


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.