The Perfect Shady Spot

I found the perfect shady spot Where I could do some writing. With river view and chirping birds, It surely was inviting. I noticed that the nearby benches All were hot and sunny. I felt real lucky, but you know That life is sometimes funny… And so, in fifteen minutes’ time, What came to pass I’d feared – My lovely shade, so nice and cool, Had all but disappeared. You can’t rely on very much When Nature’s in control. We bow to her conditions, For she’s not one to cajole.