The Rains

The rain fell from the heavens.

The land was scorched and dry.

The tongues were parched and lonely.

To the reasons they screamed, ‘Why?’

There was silence as the answer.

Their hearts beating in their chest.

Some were praying to God knows who?

The sun was setting in the west.

The darkness overcame them.

Stars shone out of the black.

There were murmurs in the shadows.

For the rain to please come back.

Dennis Mantin

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