Picnic On a Rainy Day

Lush stubby grass bends and sways A perfect place to spend our day Forever, it is spread, beneath our feet Green carpet as far as the eye can see Encompassing silence with its prickly touch The sky so blue, with touch of gray Appears to enjoy a game it plays Gathering clouds that tease the sun Who darts, and hides between each one He sends a yellow ship that sails, Upon a sea of flowering hills We spread our blanket under the trees And marvel at the fickle breeze It takes a turn, from hot to warm It soothes the brow, then cools us down, We lunch with wine, French bread and cheese Big apples, grapes, of red and green We nap among the shady groves Awakenend by the scent of rain A run for cover beneath a bridge We laugh like children, once again And like ripples on a silent stream.. Dripping songs, and unuttered words Sweet music is played.... new memories are heard For Carol Brown's contest "Picnic Time"