Waiting for Rain

Your sun radiated warmth to my soil. 
It grew a plant. 
I chose not to water it, 
But waited for the rain.  

I guarded it 
From aphids and ants. 
The sun shone brighter, 
Drying some leaves.  

The plant fought 
Against dry, hardened soil. 
You in your lane, 
I in mine.  

Perhaps 
The plant will bloom, 
If God showers mercy
And sends in the rains.

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