Wind lifts limbs while leaves gently fall,
a cat squirrel barks a ridge over,
the huge oak in the front yard stands guard
watching over the pretty Centerville church,
Hot air stirs in the woods, rustles leaves,
Birds desire rain, their song is muted,
every living thing is tired of the heat,
the grass is tired of growing, the leaves of living.
When will the rain come?
the earth will drink her fill,
dogs will bark, crows caw,
and old men will rejoice
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