Showers Predicted

It’s rained ‘most every day this week – Good news for all the flowers. We can’t complain, ‘cause weather’s whims Are not within our powers. Umbrella sellers have been pleased And stores which peddle boots; Perhaps they and the weather gods Have labored in cahoots. I’ve stepped in puddles more like lakes And dripped from each extremity; For keeping dry, it seems like Staying home’s the only remedy. It isn’t raining as I write But showers are predicted. I hope the sun comes out And weathermen are contradicted. ‘Cause raindrops hailing seem to be Like bullets in a battle. Another cloudburst and I’ll think I’m living in Seattle! Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)