A myriad of silver spears. <br />The raindrops pierce the earth below. <br />They rarely come and quickly go. <br />Then as expected there appears <br /> <br /> questing green shoots which quickly grow <br /> into a great variety <br /> of pretty flowers seen to be <br />as fine as any flower show. <br /> <br />Selected by men carefully <br />to demonstrate how much they know <br /> of cultivation sure and slow <br />and always scientifically. <br /> <br />The desert flowers daren’t be slow. <br />Their growing season is too short. <br />They set their seed just as the ought <br />within the soil and wait below. <br /> <br />Until the silver spears report <br /> in massed array once again. <br /> Bombard the thirsty earth with rain <br /> to nourish growth of every sort. <br /> <br />Across the lifeless desert plain. <br />The seed are waiting patiently <br />until the raindrops set them free <br /> from the dry soil to bloom again. <br /> <br />4-Oct-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poetic piers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desert-rain-for-m-lady-tara/
