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Kristin Dec 2020
We were startled by the rain
we weren't used to it
the pit pat, pit pat, pit pat

We were startled by the rain
such a long drought
pit, pit, pit, pat, pat

We were startled by the distant thunder
we had been shaken by quakes
but no thunder, not in months, perhaps a year

We were startled by the lightning
its white flash sparking fear and awe
zipping through the sky

Pit, pit, pat, pat, pat
Pit, pit, pat, pat, pat
Flashes and shakes

We are startled by the rain
we aren't used to it
the pit pat, pit, pat, pit pat
Mrs Timetable Oct 2020
Heartbroken
To see hundreds of years
Uprooted and thrown
To the ground
Broken
Destroyed
A wicked wind
So violent
It took out the young
Newly rooted
The ancient
The massive
Weak from drought
Majestic and still
Laying on their sides
Looking imposing
Root history exposed
For all to see
For me
An honor
To witness
Laying there
Respecting more now
Than when you were born
You did make a name
Appreciating now
You weren't only a tree
96 MPH winds took out an incredible amount of trees this past week. I've never looked at these trees like I did this week.  Not to mention the power of the wind.  Massive trees uprooted and knocked down. It was death. And it was heartbreaking.
Wither Bloodfall Jul 2020
In the haze of it's flames
a man laid under Canopies
of  burning light of a siren
cutting through the smoke
as if it was paper.
Their voice, flooded with drought
loss of input
they weren't able to speak
nor breathe
it was suffocating
the texture of the brittle
firm cement, under their cheek
Thus all they had left
was a broken requiem
of a better day.
I feel free when
I fill paper with my thoughts.
Try to make sense by joining dots.
In my mind going on alot.
Trying to write all but keeping it short.
Writing is like water in drought.
After spilling which, i feel unbound.
Writing, the only way a my soul feels free.
Lyka Mosca Apr 2020
Burn the leaves
Until nothing is left
Green is not
A color anymore
Just a mere symbol
For hope on Earth

Many are naive
Many are deaf
How long
Can one be blind
That when Earth dies,
We do too.
while people are on lockdown, earth became free
Redeem Irabor Apr 2020
The blue sky turns red.
Heaven's roof no longer leaks.
Now the Earth shall thirst.
National poetry month: Drought
AP Vrdoljak Apr 2020
A rumble calls
A false cry for rain
Wither the plants
In a dry spring’s pain
rory Apr 2020
i yearn
to grow ‎
sunflowers
within my soul
but the
soil in it
is currently
experiencing
drought
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