Upon a parched and arid land, the storm descends,
With might and fervor, like an enemy-friend.
The dry soil drinks, and life once more ascends,
As water tables rise and roots extend.
The water flows, and low rivers think it sweet,
this easing of the drought's relentless beat.
Yet, in its power thirst and danger meet,
As roads are drowned beneath its surging feet.
Mountains crumble, lands are torn asunder,
A show of nature's power, a roar of thunder.
Amid the downpour, motorists blunder,
In water's slide, a bit of fear they're under.
Bless us; and from curses, storm, refrain,
Bring life, not peril, in the pouring rain.
This is an entry for September's writing contest.
Ophelia makes landfall, new Atlantic storm brewing next week (yahoo.com)