Not Today*
I watched the rain clouds drifting by,
but we stayed dry.
It has been long
since a rain song,
and flowers die while crops whither.
Rain come hither!
See our poor land,
it is dry sand;
while dust from the road invades all,
a grey dry pall.
It moves this way!
(but not today)
* a “minute”
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