Parched, the thirsty soil cries out,
Longing for relief from drought,
Respite from the heat.
Empty clouds give rise to doubt;
Trees and grass join in the shout.
Clouds now darken into gray;
Trees in breeze begin to sway—
What a happy treat!
Raindrops play a matinee,
Drought of summer to allay.
September 19, 2017 ~ Quinnette
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Thou, O God, didst send a plentiful rain, whereby Thou didst confirm Thine inheritance, when it was weary. —Psalm 68:9
Dark Side of the Moon 
Very nice capture of the feelings and emotions of yearning! Love the title – Quenched and parched. Really great words. I’m going to have to make a deposit for you into my Word Bank for those two words!
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Thank you. This was one of the poems I wrote while traveling last weekend.
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