2018 Sonnet Three

That was some rain! And now, it’s only steam.
But such a harvest! Trouble made it grow.
A nightmare! It was quite a fever dream.
A fear, a doubt, becomes a thing to know.

I meant no harm, but somehow, people say,
They’ve never seen another who could stir
Such anger! One who held so little sway,
But I did not imply what they infer.

The power of the shower isn’t held
In every drop of rain, but in them all.
Not even there, but in the crops they swelled.
The crowd is louder up against the wall.

Within the noise and madness, understood
Is how God, even here, works all for good.




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