Though I strive and turn the wheel
to mill my sparse grain,
I covet the parched land,
avidly seeking, vain.
In every revolution
I hope for difference and not of same;
I beg God for the life-giving
weeping, changing rain.
A Farmer’s Rain Dance
RED GLADIOLA 
Wow such emotion and a beautiful flow – i loved this 🙂
Thanks! I’m glad this moved you.
The last two lines are so poignant.
Thank you!
❤️the last two lines as well
Thanks! =)