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A Wish Granted

 Hail the skies for crying out so loud
Beckoning the wind to blow away the gloom
See the blues explode as the clouds are summoned
To release the rains and restore life's bloom

There isn't a more exhilarating a sight
Than the heated skies getting ready to wail
For those unfortunates that are tasting drought
Their mouths so parched and souls so frail

For months they've seen nothing but thirst
Them, their kin, their plants, their land
All sitting in the same boat in a desert
Searching for an oasis in the dry, hot sand

Now at long last the world's turning dark
With streaks of lightening promising fresh light
Man, animals and plants rejoice alike
Crying, sighing and swaying at the sight

At last they would wet their dry, dry lips
Toast to merciful Nature and drink to their fill
They would cleanse their bodies of impending dirt
Discard their blues and strengthen their will

They could hear the clouds cough and splutter
Clear their throats and whistle softly
Start sprinkling drops of the holy water
Which hundreds rush forth to receive yearningly!

(c) Lakshmi Prabha Matham
Hyderabad, India
July 1, 2001

 

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