Thursday, January 14, 2010

Hard Rain

Dark and dreary/
Wet and weary.

Rain comes down/
Soaks my crown.

Wipers thump/
In mood funk.

Noah days/
Sans sun's rays.

Drops race down window/
Bet on win, place, show.

Warning of flood/
Garden of mud.

Wet ball field now/
No ‘Holy Cow’.

Flamboyant light/
Clouds rumble slight.

No beach for me/
With rain day three.

Since we rose from dust/
Nature plays with us.

3 inches top soil/
And hard labor toil.

3 inches rain/
Turns soil to grain.

Bread to eat/
From that wheat.

I love the rain.


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