One or maybe two days ago,
as I sat reading the daily press
I heard the weather man say,
don'tcha worry none - there ain't
no storm or no rain come this way.
I asked the self, did he really?
We are in a year's long drought
and this fool on the television smile's?
And as I pray for rain I hold back
the yearn to dislike this strange bangy belly.
As a native Floridian, I am knowing
and have a respect for the clouds,
the thunder and lightening. We
are in a lack there of, of this
wonderful blessed rain so sweet.
Great Spirit, our lakes are dry
our rivers, creeks and ponds
have gone so long without water
grass and weeds grow where there
was once fish and frogs who would cry
for the liquid from seasonal weather.
Great Spirit,
on bended knee, I plea.
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