Scattered Showers

There is in our dry times
a rather pointed disappointment
in clouds that hold the color of rain
and yet, again and again,
pass by without raining.

Sometimes, they gather and group,
darkening the sky.
Thunder mocks us;
we flinch at flashes of lightning,
even see the silver shadows
that declare someone else’s fields
are being blessed.

And yet,
in these weeks of scattered showers
when the rains pass
within a half-mile of brown grass,
those of us whose fields are green
rarely complain
that life is not fair.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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