Clouds beneath moon and starlight
Slide slowly over the Earth,
Searching for barren pasture
Where rain would have greatest worth,
But they do not choose the chapter
When water from them shall fall.
So some receive more than is needed
While others’ storms are small.
After last week's long poem, I thought I'd start sharing a series of short, eight-line poems. This first one feels like a good follow-up after last week's themes related to the story of Job. It talks about the randomness of nature, and the fact that rain does not always fall in the places that need it most - through no fault of the people living there.
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