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Jenna Grady

Three Weeks’ Rain

The sky is blanketed in heavy grey
low it hangs and pours out great cold rain,
a world so saturated in dismay,
the clouds afraid to break the endless chain.
I cannot see beyond the muddy spray
of splashing water and dirt so mundane,
the dirty, sticky drip of everyday
is trapped in my every moment, soaked, inane.
There are places where the sky does betray,
where water holds a power so arcane,
where for the rain the people kneel to pray,
the dusty cracked earth a deprived domain.
I try to see the murky ponds out there
as more than the cause of my despair.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]