The sun sat high in the sky.
No rain had fallen for days.
Everything was turning brown
Mother Earth was crying the blues.
But she couldn’t even produce a tear.
Brooks and creeks were drying up.
Farmer’s crops were drying in the fields.
Burn bans had been ordered.
But then the rains came,
a light soaking rain at first.
The ground was so hard
nothing soaked in.
The rain just ran off.
Soon flash flood warnings were issued.
The brooks and creeks were overflowing
and Mother Earth smiled.
Once again the cycle was complete.
~The Tennessee Poet~
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