Rain Wizard

No.

Where hath the wet season gone?
The life bringing rain?
The nurturing showers?
This land's soil is cracked and scarred
Having gone too long baking in the sun
Stems and flowers long since dry
Withered beneath brutal beams
And unyielding, unmerciful light
Where did you go, rain wizard?
Whose beard was the color of thunder clouds?
The one with the stories
The kind that make hours shoot by
Your rocking seat by the hearth has been empty for years
Swathed by cobwebs
And dust that has been here too long
The plaster is burning off
Where has the rain gone?
It has been gone too long
Won't you come back
To refresh the land?
To water your flowers?
To revitalize this soul?
Where have you gone, grandfather?

Reviews

[Cousitarian]

Um... I'm a huge fantasy fan here. Is that what this poem was? Fantasy? I just want to make sure before I say that this was a very interesting, intriguing poem. What's the background behind it? What's this dry land? You've peeked my curiosity, obviously. Where did this rain wizard go?

[Xanthous Crow]

Yes, I wanted to give it a little fantasy blend... wanted to try my hand at something mysterious and enigmatic and fantastical. I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading!

[Cousitarian]

Of course. Good job. :)

[Iain L. Luen]

I see the loss of a beloved grandfather. He brought the thunder of wondrous stories. Life seems dry and parched without him. This poem brings your own thunder. Well done.