The farmer was about to give up hope
The island had not seen rain in months
The sugar cane was dying, and so was his pride
How would he ever feed his family?
Then, it came.
Just a drop, almost misinterpreted as a bead of sweat
But soon, the rhythm grew more steady
Rain poured down from the sky in sheets
And the farmer's face lit up
The farm girls were dancing in the streets
Children shouted songs of joy
An old woman cried "alabanza!"
And the whole barrio rejoiced together
For they had not given up hope
They were close, but they held on together
And God blessed them with a shower
And the island people shouted their praise to Him
Because they knew that with God,
Most anything is possible
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My Poetry Book
PoetrySo, I'm also super into writing poetry. Ive been experimenting with several different styles, and I'm feeling confident enough to post some of my work! The poetry will be about whatever pops into my head. Let me know what you think!
