Rain Again

I get tired of the rain. Those dark gray dreary days remain riding in on wind swept storms humping every tree too high and the branches drop low and forlorn in the once effervescent sky. Here it comes again. wildly galloping in a full all drenching gully washer din where neither bird nor woodland creature dare peek out into the random percolating howling blare. The saturated grass stunted growth from the summer blast too soon, spring and summer pass and all left behind is a flood of mud and grime. I get tired of the rain.