Spring Rain
I dare not go outside today,
For fear that I might wash away.
God’s sending rain in steady stream;
The day is soggy to extreme.
I simply do not have a clue
How all the little birds make do.
God so busy making weather,
They’ll be soaked, in every feather.
He provided an umbrella.
The holly tree, that big fella
Is shielding tiny birds, I bet
And keeping them from getting wet
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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