Wind whistles through the wire-strung fence,
as it moans and groans like an old bassoon,
through grieving leaves, as it bludgeons trees
by thrashing their boughs 'neath lowering clouds.
The sky grumbles long, by adding its song
to the musical score, while lightning's flashes
highlight the wonder of flooding rain,
now soaking the earth, dispelling the drought.
Dawn breaks clean on the transformed scene,
where rain-drenched soil, still warm from the sun
prepares the stage for the seeds to play
their roles for the drama, of Harvest Time.