Back from Cruise without a Bruse

rain ran over curb had to take a special herb so did not disturb Been back to normal again, Write more poems have been, Even if they are not enjoyed; You have become annoyed. With you have brought rain, Which on lawn would remain Dead leaves color changed; We have become estranged. What we had been wishing, We would rather go fishing; Which are no longer there; We will be in deep despair. When we did arise from bed We went to church instead; Instead of a drastic disaster; We met our Lord and Master. What minister did determine, We should hear his sermon; Was always clear and loud, We prayed while being proud. My friend and wife are back from a cruise. Wrote this poem for them.