Send the Rain

Experimenting with a new type of poem: the ghazal.

My tomato plants wither; I feel their pain

But as I water them, I pray, "Send the rain!"
                        
The cornfields are short, and the wheat short on grain,
Golden in drought, not in harvest-- send the rain.
 
My brother came east, and when landed his plane
Skies opened above him; come here, bring the rain!
 
I paint; thoughts evaporate from my brain
Writer's block for the artist-- please, send the rain!   
 
My soul longs for the presence of God again
Send Your Spirit, O Lord; O Lord, send the rain!