Beautiful Rain
Finally, the rain is here,
but too late for the grass, I fear.
That is fine, I will plant some more,
all brown, and dead, yes, that is for sure.
Rain, rain, what a beautiful sight,
maybe, if it keeps up, I can sleep good tonight.
That old metal roof, will put me right out,
as the rain drenches everything, all about.
Two weeks, and counting of 102%, and more,
this is a beauty, as I look out the door.
Thank you Jesus, my prayer you heard,
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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