Rain
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Savannah Meacham, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2008
A dry parched desert,
Barren from no rain,
Dark grey clouds fill the sky with hope.
Just one.
Just one drop is heard on the burnt dry earth
Then another
Till everything has been blessed by the wet soggy rain.
The hope has been fulfilled.
The land has turned to a torrent of fragrant water
Washing over the now moisturised land
it has come
RAIN