It came from cloudless blue
No herald of its fall
Was served as heaven’s brew
To quench the thirst of all
To give to morn its dew
And cause to tiller’s prance
To wet dry ground anew
With peace, joy, song, and dance
A peace of spotless white
Urged warring halves to join
As weary eyes did sight
The gleam of nature’s coin
A joy of love’s consent
Burned bright from empty core
As ailing nose did scent
The rise of petrichor
A song to woe's distaste
From voice of grateful praise
As thirsting tongue did taste
The ale of favour's daze
A dance of festive tier
On soles of arid sores
As shutting ears did hear
The tune of Angels' scores
A comfort so surreal
Set last of five to race
As numbing nerves did feel
The warmth of wet embrace
It came from cloudless blue
As touch of God’s good hand
To bid fierce drought adieu
With child for barren land
Who looks not to years past
But thanks the Lord laid bare
Having found at long last
The one for whom to care
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
It came from cloudless blue
No herald of its fall
Was served as heaven’s brew
To quench the thirst of all
To give to morn its dew
And cause to tiller’s prance
To wet dry ground anew
With peace, joy, song, and dance
A peace of spotless white
Urged warring halves to join
As weary eyes did sight
The gleam of nature’s coin
A joy of love’s consent
Burned bright from empty core
As ailing nose did scent
The rise of petrichor
A song to woe's distaste
From voice of grateful praise
As thirsting tongue did taste
The ale of favour's daze
A dance of festive tier
On soles of arid sores
As shutting ears did hear
The tune of Angels' scores
A comfort so surreal
Set last of five to race
As numbing nerves did feel
The warmth of wet embrace
It came from cloudless blue
As touch of God’s good hand
To bid fierce drought adieu
With child for barren land
Who looks not to years past
But thanks the Lord laid bare
Having found at long last
The one for whom to care
