The river's dwindled to a creek under the red sun's glare; The corn leaves curl and crumble; thick dust chokes up the air; Like shattered bits of a rainbow lie petals of wild rose; And worn with futile waiting, lilies their chalice close. Grim pastures, dry and barren, Mock at the lean, gaunt stock; While weird and eery comes the cry Of blackbird, dove, and hawk. But up from the Western skyline, mountains of black clouds loom, And out of the brooding hush echoes the thunder's boom. With a roar comes the Southwestern, driven by flaming lash, Dashing asunder the clouds with crackle and groan and crash! And lo! the portals are opened With miracle again! Old Earth, o'erfilled with pregnant hope, Relives that scene at Nain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL |