A most exquisite purple flower <br />was waiting for a summer shower. <br />It had not rained in many days <br />and only hot and burning rays <br />were lavished on the tiny flora <br />but prayer to the Cantadora <br />was not rewarded with success <br />it seemed that spirits could care less. <br /> <br />For forty days and forty nights <br />the flower kept within her sights <br />all clouds in hopes that they would cry <br />but nothing happened, time went by. <br /> <br />On Christmas day the rains then started <br />but many plants had gone, departed <br />the purple flower had held up <br />projected from her petals' cup <br />a message written in dark green <br />it was precise and could be seen <br />in Heaven and, of course, in Hell <br />and when at last the raindrops fell <br />God read the message he could see <br />it said, 'dear God, please wait for me.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wait-for-me/
