Hope Again
In these parts
rain is hope
she means life.
When she croons
the parched earth breaks into a green dance
cotyledons push aside the packed dust
and wave seed-sized flags of new lives.
And if you weren’t told
you’d never have known
these were once scorched and bare.
So when next you hear it
the pattering of rain
know it for what it is:
hope comes again.
#ecopoetry #climatechange
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