“As the farmer knelt down on the salty sand,
He needed rain to save his land.
The crops were wilting, the cattle all dead,
He looked around, not a word was said.
The ground was dry, where is the rain?
What could stop this worthless pain?
The farmer cursed in sheer despair,
He did not have a drop to spare.
A thundercloud covers the western sky,
A bolt of lightning explodes near by.
The farmer looks up and begins to pray,
Hoping that the rain will come his way.
Then drip-by-drip it starts to fall,
The crystal water like a clear glass wall.
The trees and flowers all in bloom,
Then once again, gone is the gloom.
The water fills the old parched creek,
The rivers bulge as the waters peak.
The mud squelches through the farmer’s dry old hands,
As he thanks the Lord for saving his land.”
~ Meg Hayes Year Seven
St Mary’s Primary School

“Praying for Rain”
Photography & Artwork
by Holly Kempe ©
Silverton, New South Wales

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