God is blessing me again
with precious little drops of rain.
He’s taken on those watering chores
that had been keeping me outdoors.
Now I have time to take my pen
and ink some poetry again.
I’ll write until the sun comes out
and puts those rain clouds all to rout.
In spring I got a little weary
and grumbled that the days were dreary.
I pleaded for the rain to stop.
A farmer must put in his crop.
The summer brought a bit of drought
and raindrops I have done without.
Until today with welcomed rain
God’s blessing's falling down again.