By Lisa Huddleston




Lying in the hammock

Praying for the rain

Thinking of the thirsty roots

Acknowledging the pain


The rolling thunder rumbles on

with promises–untrue?

But I see the cloud sky breaking

Now the blue is showing through


Another storm blows over

The hope of showers gone

I could almost smell the rain this time

I could taste it on my tongue


Another storm’s blown over

I can barely hear its sound

The rumble has grown distant now

O how long, Lord, how long?

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