Waiting For the Rain

The clouds are playing games again, moving quickly by to reveal a deep dark stormy blue sky. Fading in and out they sweep in returning blocking out the sun's hot burning. They taunt and tease soft winded with hint of rain and its faint scent but as quick it came and it went. A winter cold but bereft of snow passed early bringing spring to March but spring in April is dreadfully parched. Everything seems to come to early from nesting birds to groundhogs burly and chipmunks chasing squirrels in play. Nature breathes and abounds here upon this blessed ground so I won't complain or offer any disdain. I am happy to see and endure it all watching it grow in its own theme creating the garden of my dreams.