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DESERT RAIN

The smell of life, roam the air

New life will flourish, in all its flair

Sky filled, with its bounty to bear

A bounty, for all, all to share

Rumpled old man, smiles at me, and continue his stare

 

Grey roll in, where sun, moon did stay

Young child and his dog, run home afrai

Mother and father, smile, nothing did they say

Thunder and lightning, kept me at bay

I’m so scared, why’re they all so gay

 

Water from heaven, my mind did race

Water it’s, it’s all over the place

Drops of rain, my sweat replace

Mother tried, to remove fear from my face

Rumpled old man, tomorrow, you’ll not recognize this place

 

Scared, I lay under my bed

Listening, to everything, everyone said

Even the passage of Noah, father read

How can this be, my dog hasn’t been fed

Scared, I fall asleep, under my bed

 

Dawn broke, to my surprise

Nothing came, from my thoughts of demise

I rush to the window, only to realize

Thunder and lightning, needed, for life to rise

Desert landscape, green, in front of my eyes

 

Dressed in pajamas, I run outside

My world turned, a carousel ride

I run, my dog aside

My foot slipped, I took a slide

Rumpled old man, laughs, with my every stride

 

Red, orange, yellow, turn as days passed

From where this bounty, so vast

I look at the old man, and ask

The answer, the desert landscape, only a mask

To see what you must, that’s your task.

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Written by
jeanlbouwer-1
South African
Published
Jul 27, 2011
Lines·Words
35·254
Notes

A story about a child that first saw rain when he was seven years old, inspired this poem together with the splendor of the flowers that appear after the annual rains in Namakwaland. The deeper meaning is that various events happen in our life which we have never experienced; automatically we are afraid, needlessly. We must just look around and ask people, especially the elderly, for guidance and help, for we do not know everything, but more importantly, we mustn’t be afraid of change or everything unusual.

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