I prayed for rain two days, naught.
To the east and west it meandered.
The field dry and dusty moisture I sought.
I thought God I must have slandered?
Then it came full on without repent.
Deluge it finally came.
Prepared I was not.
Suddenly I realized how powerful it can be.
Thankful I am but unprepared the same.
Even ants know when to cover the entrance to the nest while I flail at a wayward fly.
Funny the the fly knows how to get attention but not whether it should.
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Author:
Keeter C (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2025 08:27
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Loved this poem for the meaning may be far deeper than the surface would seem
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I got the sense of paying attention to something that didn't need the attention or deserve it, while ignoring what's happening under our noses, nicely expressed and written, enjoyed the read
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