And the rains came
when least expected
on the cusp of a slim chance
- or was it no chance?
Tiny wisps first appeared
on the coattails of a wish and a prayer
beefed up by stormy emotions
they clanged together
The banging ring of pot lids
grew and gathered
‘til hunkered all together
to rain their blessed moisture
and slake the garden’s thirst
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