The clouds lower and darken as they advance
giving the prairie a rare sense of border or boundary,
its only possible limit in nature.
Illinois farmers are Christian men who pray
for what they need. How many look to the coming
storm and think they’re partly responsible?
This is devotion, the accumulation of church
Sundays and murmured words. See that
farmer alone in the soybean field?
He waits for his rain to reach him.