With two hurricanes and a tropical storm raging through the Atlantic, it’s easy to figure out the decision behind choosing today’s prompt. I watch these kinds of storms with fascinated respect. For all those in nature’s way, I pray for your safe passage through the day. I offer two poetic attempts for today's prompt: a poem called Water Worries and, under "Comments", a haiku I've called Water Ways.
The farm fields look to sun-filled skies
to heed their pleas and hear their cries.
But clouds that hold their precious cure
refuse the call, their needs ignore.
A barren wasteland dry as dust
can barely live, but live it must.
Without the gifts the soil brings,
our fate depends on future springs.