the earth rises up dusty full of grime
no rain fell for seven fortnights and a day
where once was lush green now it festers brown
plants begin to shrivel and root hairs start to fade
without a sprinkle of water these plants will die
haul out the many hoses front back and side
choose to shower stream cone flat or jet propel
let the faux rain begin to douse them everyday
see the flower lift their heads
leaves turn plump and green
tender stems move upward once again
send more moisture says soil soaked again
plants say another day of sunshine we can’t stand
now keep us growing with your mercy and your rain
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dVerse prompt on sonnet in free meter
wordshophop 
Well described!
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I liked “faux rain” and the last line about mercy.
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I think we have many kind of draught – hope for water
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Our world is an arid one right now, wilting. We need to be that ‘faux rain”
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