The Drought

The drought had stayed all through the summer.

Nothing, not even rain or thunder!

People tired of thirst and hunger,
Waiting for a drop of water.

But one day it got rather windy,

And people thought it almost chilly,

When suddenly dark clouds appeared and a soft drizzle seemed so near.

Then finally a wave of silence came across-ed the sun-parched fields.

As if everybody seemed to notice the tiny droplet that fell from above,

Which heaven had touched as a snow white dove.





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