Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Corn Rain

PHOTO.Yuma corn mural
A mural in Yuma, Arizona celebrates the gift of corn. One photo, two memes.
 
  

She cannot see the grain/Ripening on hill and plain;/She cannot feel the rain/Upon her hand.
  
From “Dream Land” by Christina Rossetti


What if I could see no grain
Ripening on hill and plain?
What if there would fall no rain
On my beans and corn?
 
Fear not, child, for it will rain
On the hills and on the plain.
Beans and pumpkins, corn and grain
Will then drink their fill.
 
See, the rains have come at last!
Days of dust and drought are past!
Soon enough you’ll break your fast,
Eating beans and corn.
 
Corn is raining from the sky!
Wipe away your tears, don’t cry!
Fill your baskets, pile them high
With this blessed feast!

 
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Posted on May 18, 2020, in Arizona, Blue Monday, light verse, Rhyming poetry, Ruby Tuesday Too, Yuma and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 21 Comments.

  1. Not quite raining corn here yet. It is up about 4″ in some places. Some areas aren’t planted yet. I do like this idea of corn raining though. The rain is encouraging the corn to grow.

  2. What a lovely photo and poem, Michelle! Keep well and safe.

  3. What a beautiful mural! The Flower Moon told us to plant last week and we also finally had some good rain.

  4. The face is great. Not sure I would have put the corn on it.

  5. Love the poem. The face on the wall is unique Have a great week!.

  6. Great post! I’m impressed by both the poem and the mural.

  7. You’re definitely channelling Rossetti in this poem, with the rhyme and rhythm especially!

  8. Oh, what joy and celebration when a drought breaks! (Much of Australia has been in drought for years.)

  9. This is absolutely splendid! 🙂 I love how you have channeled Rossetti in this poem and made your mark as well! 💝💝 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt.

  10. It is always good to see what (local) illustration you accompany your writing with they are always a delight to view.

  11. When the rains touch the dust, I just love the petrichor.

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      Petrichor–a word that I was delighted to learn only within the last five years. I can sniff it even now! 🙂

      On Wed, May 20, 2020 at 5:48 AM Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:

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  12. Words + art = nice! We don’t get much rain here on Oregon’s high desert and I celebrate too when we do.

  13. Beverly Crawford

    Lovely mural and poem. In my belonging place (my childhood home) it is the time of Spring rain and planting corn. Your poem spoke to me!

  14. Well we do not have grocery shortages and persons are being advised to use the lockdown season to plant even if you ar not afarmer, so your poem is really about hope for future days
    Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    much💝love

  15. Love all the hope this one rains into me!

  16. Susie Clevenger

    The hope of a bountiful harvest…We need that hope

  17. From parched to quenched. The feast awaits!

  18. A very poem for all Midwesterner’s and ex’s, for sure. When I was glowing up on the farm in Eastern Nebraska it was beans and Oats. We rotated crops every four years, Corn, Oats, Corn, Alfalfa. The Alfalfa is a legume putting Nitrogen back into the ground, i.e. Organic farming. It was planted in the fall after the Oats were harvested and had about three cuttings of hay each year.
    ..

  19. What a blessing this poem felt to me. I love your rhyming skills and your great mind. Thanks for sharing this with us. Great work!

  20. About a week ago as we were returning from my pre op Covid 19 test we took the long way home. Us two old country folks were filled with joy to see a field of ripe wheat. That was followed by driving through fields of corn on either side of the country road. Ears were setting their silks. Yes, the harvest will come. Thanks for being so faithful in your posts. Always an inspiration.

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