Raining

From realms of white, a whispered sigh,

Descending slow from cloudy sky.

A simple sign, a silver tear,

Of nature's grace, dispelling fear.

The parched earth waits, a thirsty plea,

For life's renewal, wild and free.

Each verdant shoot, each tender bloom,

Awaits the gift escaping gloom.

Necessity's soft, urgent hand,

Across the barren, thirsty land.

A lifeline sent, a healing touch,

Desired, awaited, oh so much.

The rain descends, a gentle beat,

Washing clean the dust and heat.

Survival's balm, a precious thing,

On hopeful wings, the raindrops sing.

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