Catch the Rain

These days must come Late winter rains Foggy misty plains Cold droplets falling from afar Puddles between the grass and tar Dampness that reaches into your bones Before me the moss covered stones Their tale, their story Brought from the quarry Lazily creeping changes In our space in time But, in a lifetime- of nature Quite smooth, changes And now too, will come the strangers that tucked themselves behind their shades During those long gray days Awaken from the daze Ready to spout For now the quiet will pass As there voices will surpass Their loud rumbling lawn mowers and those ever so annoying leaf blowers So we shall endure these soggy days And raise