Suddenly, like a gale on a tiny pond

a rush of wind spurned by the coming storm

torrents and torrents of rain

pound silently against my crops

Oh! look how they have suffered

taking the brunt force of attack

without sun, with too much rain

they have been unable to produce

slowly see how they grow and wither

shrinking back into their pods

planted at the wrong time

the farmer sheds tears of loss

with fewer and fewer tears

the hurricane of emotions cease

sputtering and dying

the eye of the storm had come and past

now all that is left should be sunshine

so why does the sun shine less bright?

its not because another storm is brewing

the forecast looks clear

the remnants of grey cumulus clouds

still cover this rain soaked earth

we know that those clouds will disappear

with it, will come that sunshine we seek

Cirrus clouds will fill the sky

the birds will come out again to sing

and I like this sodden patch of mud

will dry

ready and willing

for new planting

of crops that can

hopefully

grow