Black earth cracks open
begging through jagged, arid lips
water, please, drown me with drops
of life restoring rain.
Tendrils of roots seek my riches
to nourish them, to bloom with promises
threatened now in dark, dry soil without a drop to drink.
Butterflies and bees will be robbed of the balm they seek.
Blossoms will not open, colors will fade to yellow and brown.
Lavender will lose its scent, the fragrance of summer
begs for life restoring rain.
Clouds blow in providing shade but no rain falls from
decorator clouds that quickly puff away.
We watch the radar but it is like the pot that never boils.
Thunderstorms are possible they say.
Rumbles of thunder are heard in the distance,
winds pick up, branches fall in dry frustration.
Black earth cries out
water, please, drown me with drops
of life restoring, blessed rain.
Written by Lindsey Ein for OLN LIVE at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Image from Pixabay.com
lillian the home poet 
Superbly evoked ❤✍
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Lindsey here….writing on Lill’s blog: Thank you so much. So glad you enjoyed.
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You are most deservedly welcome
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Such beautiful imagery here, LIndsey. I meant to say at OLN LIVE and forgot, I LOVE the idea of “decorator clouds” 🙂 So glad you shared this piece with everyone! Sanaa will be hosting OLN LIVE in August – we’ll be in Norway at the time…but you definitely should log on to dVerse to check out the date of her OLN LIVE in August. At the top of the site, it says d’Calendar….and it will have the dates of the next upcoming OLN LIVE. People have gotten to know you and I’m certain they’d love to have you come every time 🙂
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This is such a sad yet unfortunately real poem.
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Lindsey here, writing on Lill’s blog: Yes…it is far too real these days. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
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So evocative, and well read,
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Lindsey here, writing on Lill’s blog: Thank you so much, Ken. I enjoyed being with the dVerse folks on OLN LIVE.
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😀 Hopefully, we’ll see you next month at the LIVE session.
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The lack of rain, the high temperatures, and the assault to farms, animals, and flowers is heartbreaking to witness. After a temperature yesterday of 104 with high humidity, our local weatherman in Columbia, Missouri said, “It’s like living in a crockpot”.
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Lindsey here, writing on Lill’s blog. Thank you so much for your thoughtful response, Joyce. Lill has spoken about you and I know what dear friends you are. Fun to have my poem posted on her blog.
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Gorgeous, gorgeous writing here, Lindsey! Such a pleasure to read your words 😍😍
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You’ve read my mind and expressed it well! Rain, please!!!
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