By Andrew R. Duckworth
Rains came, and with it came color,
Spreading out upon the plains,
An unstoppable force,
Punching to life.
No floods of strife,
But floods of hue stretching
From east to west, north to south,
Horizon to horizon, a prize from God
For making it another season.
We have not yet destroyed
What God gave us,
Thank Heaven.
Rains came and gave the color bloom
Saving us from despair.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 