Pray for Rain
The windows have not slept for days
no cooling breath.
Parched plants bend their heads
like supplicants.
Elevated tempers rise,
heat in unforgiving skies.
Pray for rain.
The tip of a fingernail sparks a match.
In the dark, an indrawn breath exhales.
Dun flies beat their wings like empty sails.
Pray for rain.
— Corrine Frisch
Corrine Frisch is the books and poetry editor of Illinois Times.
People’s Poetry accepts poems on any subject,
but ones that deal with issues of local interest are encouraged. Send yours
to Books and Poetry Editor Corrine Frisch c/o Illinois
Times, P.O. Box 5256, Springfield, IL 62705,
or to cfrisch@illinoistimes.com with “People’s Poetry” in
the subject line.
This article appears in Jun 30 – Jul 6, 2005.
