The rain many so ardently prayed for
Quenches the thirst of the fire-stricken ground;
Hope takes root once again and flourishes,
Where late summer’s flames had burnt it down.
Tender green spearheads of new grass emerge
Breaking through the crust of blackened earth,
While coals and ash break down to nourish
Nature’s verdant first flush of rebirth.
©2018 Joanne Van Leerdam