Walking along the lake path today--the breeze blows gently--the sun barely shines through a haze of clouds as the evening looms
And I look upon the lake and see to my dismay
that the water has receded even more
than when I was here
just a few days before.
I listen--what is that sound I hear?
It truly sounds like rain
falling down
but then, I realize
as I look around
what I hear is the clattering sound
of the leaves on the trees
blowing in the wind.
They are so dry, so in need
of a quenching drink
the clattering sound they make
makes me think
of a beggar shaking his cup
begging for coins
on the street
hoping somehow someone out there
will donate to meet
his humble need
of food or drink--
Tears fall from my heart
as I listen
to this sound
of the dry leaves
clamoring, begging the sun
to drop down
"Please bring us rain, dear thin clouds"
they seem to say
And I realize now
that the trees
do indeed pray.
Would that my tears
straight from my heart
could somehow help bring rain,
get it to start--
but all I can do is beg to the sky
"please, please
hear my cry--
send the rain to my beloved trees,
I will gladly drop
to my knees--
If only somehow, someway
you could see fit
to bring the rain this very day."
I know not if my prayers will help--
all I know is that
I can still hear
the clattering of dry leaves
so very near
and my heart aches
to my very core
wishing, hoping to see, feel the rain
once more.
Please???
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