On this hot and sunny morn,
All around is withered corn.
Farmers' hopes are withered, too.
Dazed, they wonder what to do.
Why has God withheld the rain?
Why kill birds and trees and grain?
Yet they praise him--and they should.
Out of evil, he brings good.
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good,
for those who are called according to his purpose.
(Romans 8:28 ESV)
Poem written August 1, 2012, north of Vandalia, Illinois.
Most of the corn wasn't brown, but most of it was severely affected by the drought.