Can Love Grow Again From The Ashes Of Despaire?
The rains came early that September Falling from a brooding leaden sky, After months of unending sunshine When all colour drained from fields and leaves, And small lakes and reservoirs dried up, Baked earth like concrete all that remained. The relentless downpour turned the earth To a sea of mud, mud everywhere, Getting into homes, soiling carpets And staining floors; and cold driving winds Stripped all the leaves from t...
