Poem by Robert Lee Frost

The Broken Drought

The prophet of disaster ceased to shout.
SomethIng was going right outsIde the hall.
A rain though stmgy had begun to fall
That rather hurt his theory of the drought
And all the great convention was about
A cheer went up that shook the mottoed wall.
He did as Shakespeare says, you may recall,
Good orators will do when they are out.
Yet in rus heart he was unshaken sure
The drought was one no SpIt of raIn could cure.
It was the drought of deserts. Earth would soon
Be uninhabitable as the moon.
What for that matter had it ever been?
Who advised man to come and live thereIn?

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