Not Enough by Susan L.

A library whisper of rain
                     falls
      from the silver cotton sky.
Grass, a memory of green, aching for moisture,
                  sighs as the dust of arid weeks
                                                    washes away.
         Stunted flowers,
Withered ferns,
       raise their faces, breathing deeply of the moist air.
A song sparrow's trilling aria of "Joy! Joy!"
                             rises above
      the hushing rush of raindrops on pavement.
The sun
       claws an opening in the sky,
                       scattering the clouds.
Fierce light quickly dries the road.
Glistening leaves of still thirsty trees
             hang limp,
       longing for more.


"For He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust." Mat 5:45