6/12/08
I petitioned you for a deluge, did not pray For the briefest shower or some paltry drops To ease the deep-cracked soil, as balm my hands. Parched is the ground and all growing stops, The grass dies out although the clover blooms, And brightens undisturbed and bees still find A sip of nectar in the drooping flowers, The heat so strong it even wilts the mind. So come, rain, fill the empty lakes And I with feet of clay will dance and sing And praise you for your generosity. Return the thirsty land to flowering, Be generous and bountiful O rain The suffering earth make beautiful again.
Poems Undated (1727)
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