A Poem by Ferghul Desmond

Precipitation Fascinating,
Abdul turned to face the sky
And feel the cool rain falling gently,
As it had for ten days now. 

Amir turned, his face all wet and said,
"Seems this storm shall never stop,
Perhaps the old fool was correct,
The mountains might not be safe now".

"You camel jockey," Abdul replied,
"You're even more insane than he.
"This fertile valley has surely seen
Yaweh's tears fall hard before"

Precipitating Fascination,
A ewe bellowed and was downward swept
From what left of the pasture,
Into the murky waters.

"Third sheep that I have lost this morning,"
Amir said in an off-hand way.
"A curse upon his generations".
Abdul chuckled at this line.

"This river is rising steadily now,
Abdul, You know I'm getting scared!".
But Abdul was lost, laughing endless,
At the cold rain and at the sky.

© 2012 Ferghul Desmond

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Added on August 10, 2012
Last Updated on August 10, 2012
Tags: religion, humor, philosophy