Posts Tagged ‘Noah’


That glorious day when the clouds start to drain
O’er desperate land that is begging for rain
Brings a thrill for parched hearts when it comes,
when it comes,
When it falls on the leaves, and the roofs, and it drums.

A crash of cloud cymbals, a bright flash of light;
The dark of the storm turns the day into night;
And the song of the rain as it falls,
and it falls
Fills the crestfallen hearts as it thrills and enthralls.

The roads become rivers that gurgle along
And join with the rain in the singing the song.
And the sweet melody that they play
and they play
Is the number one tune by request for the day.

The torrents that fall and the torrents that flow
Bring smiles to the faces now starting to glow;
And the chant they repeat: “Let it rain!
Let it rain!”
Are the words to the song, its imploring refrain.

Drought-breakers are systems that linger for days,
A guest that is welcome till it overstays
But the call for the clouds, “Time to go.
Time to go”,
Is a call that comes never, or ever so slow.

But Noah and his flood will ne’er come again,
And storms of our era move on with their rain.
In the blue that is left, the sun shines
and it shines;
Shines like smiles on the faces, the glow in men’s minds.

Behind is the earth, and it’s lavish and lush
The rivers are swollen; lakes ravished and flush.
And the song has turned green – the land hums
And it hums.
It’s a song of elation for death – drought succumbs.


The photo is mine – rain in the valley below my hill.


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.


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Two floods I read of; water, and of wine;
The first was Noah’s; Lot, the last was thine:
The first was the effect; the last, the cause
Of that foul sin, against the sacred laws
Of God and nature, incest; Noah found
An ark to save him, but poor Lot was drowned;
Good Noah found an ark; but Lot found none:
We’re safer in God’s hands than in our own:
The former flood of waters did extend
But some few days; this latter has no end;
They both destroyed, I know not which the worst;
The last is even as general, as the first:
The first being ceased, the world began to fill;
The last depopulates, and wastes it still:
Both floods o’erwhelmed both man and beast together;
The last is worst, if there be best of either:
The first are ceased: Heaven vowed it by a sign;
When shall we see a rainbow after wine?

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……….The Sudden Flame

In Noah’s day, all men then lost
The badge of shock or shame,
Hearts hardened by the line they’d crossed.
Gone was the sudden flame.

But one tree stood, not swept away
By all the wicked rush.
It saw the rot, and in dismay
For all their sins did blush.


photo by Hanspeter Klasser at


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.



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