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Karoo Storm
I sat on a hill and watched in searing heat,
A shadow, a fleck, a cotton bol, grey
Racing from natal water to deaths defeat.
In awe and wonder I watched it grow,
As it sailed majestically to is end.
And wished it would stay or even slow.
The wind, its herald, blows the dust around
I smell its sweet, green, cool breath,
And felt the joy of all things growing.
Its dying gift to all of creation.
PS: The Karoo is a semi-desert region in South Africa. Temperatures can easily reach 45 degrees centigrade (113 F) in summer. Rain is scarce and so is a special event when it happens.
A shadow, a fleck, a cotton bol, grey
Racing from natal water to deaths defeat.
In awe and wonder I watched it grow,
As it sailed majestically to is end.
And wished it would stay or even slow.
The wind, its herald, blows the dust around
I smell its sweet, green, cool breath,
And felt the joy of all things growing.
Its dying gift to all of creation.
PS: The Karoo is a semi-desert region in South Africa. Temperatures can easily reach 45 degrees centigrade (113 F) in summer. Rain is scarce and so is a special event when it happens.
Published 25th Dec 2015
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