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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