Billys Walk to School

Billy no longer needed his hood for the rain She had stopped ten minutes ago But his yellow slicker felt comfortable around his face He trudged through the overly tall grasses toward school It was March, so rain could come again in a rush Possibly a monsoon with thirty-mile an hour winds He was not experienced like his Des Moines Grandpa But he knew about March- in like a lion, out like a lamb Were those white flowers called daffodils? Daffodils were the first ones up in spring The leaders of the band He smiled as he thought of warmer weather