The Rain's Mercy
By J. Prince Wilfred
The skies cry out with tears of rain,
Seeing the plight of the terrain.
The wind's blow chills our heart,
Caressing our skin; bringing us back one part.
The grass brightens with glistening drops,
Water bodies are quenched with water atop.
Renewed spirit swept the land,
Dryness changed into a greenery band.
The warmth reduces as cold is produced,
God's showers of blessing have life re-induced.
The crops await; grown for the sharpened blade,
The land looks up and is awaited by the glade.
By J. Prince Wilfred

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