Looking up at Amherstburg skies, praying for clouds ready to burst their soaking showers as the colourful overfilled water balloons the children are playing with.
The beautiful blue sky mocks the farmers in their fields of growing sorrow; sorrow to surely follow should their crops continue to brown.
Memories flood the farmers minds with recollections of their fathers scratching in the dry dirt in effort to put meagre meals on their children’s dinner plates. They cry out, “Do not meet us with this same fate. Please bring to us the rain you hold captive in the skies!”
© Zora Zebic 2016