Drought (my sonnet)

This is my very humble contribution to the (In)Courage April Creative Challenge. The challenge is to write a sonnet about spring.





Drought

For lack of rain the earth grew cracked and dry
The grasses withered, all the flowers died
The sun shone brilliant in a brassy sky
And all creation looked to heaven and cried.

The weeks went by with unrelenting sun
The rivers and the lakes receded, dry.
It seemed the rain was never going to come
That everything would fade away and die.

But spring-time came with open, out-stretched hand
Abundant rain poured from a slate gray sky
The rivers flowed and flowers filled the land
And all creation breathed a grateful sigh.

The landscape of my soul cried out for rain
And faithfully, with Living Water, He came.

I cannot seem to get over the wonder of the way the Father answered our prayer for rain. After that terrible drought, this is the most abundant, beautiful spring I have ever seen.

Blessings,
Linda