pounding earth into hardened brick
pounding people caught out in it
Thunder booming
lightning crashing
big drops splashing, blinding
wind whistling a frantic tune
Nature on the run!
The trees twist and turn
and thrash about
bits of leaves falling down
branches cracking with the strain
grass laying over, giving in
brushed one way for a day
The farmer watches powerless
save for the quiet prayer
he feels for his plants
crops no place to hide, no respite theirs
just stand and take it, best they can
And then it’s over
dripping from the roof and trees
water gurgling in the gutters
ditches flowing lots of water
Away it goes, streams to rivers
rivers ever bigger
and then the gulf, or mighty oceans
to lie and wait the sun transference
into the air, into the clouds
to find its way back here
with ample rainfall
to water us, and water plants
water through the seasons
the tiny part
we can drink
so fine
so beautiful
so pure
Thank you Lord
for many blessings
Summer rain among them!
Lin, Thunderstorm, 6-10
water comes from:
97.5 % oceans
2.5% fresh, 70% of that is frozen (poles, glaciers, permafrost)
All living things have about 0.75% to live on, mostly underground
Agricultural use:
Britain-3%
United States-41%
China-70%
India-90%
World as a whole – 70%
source: The Economist, May 22, 2010