Changing Sky

My big birthday is coming and I need a sailor’s eye, With one eye on the calendar, the other on the sky. Reserving the park early to hold the celebration Invitations went to everyone I knew across the nation. But rain clouds have kept coming and I have begun to fret. We haven’t had two days of sun in a succession yet. I thought that it was safe to plan for a birthday in July, But rain clouds have chased summer in the ever changing sky. One day of sun, six days of rain have been a normal week. Clouds are forming up again, this moment as I speak. I am surprised that I have made it to the age of ninety-five. July 7th bring the sunshine please, to cheer that I’m alive. June 23, 13