Waiting For the Rain
The clouds are playing games again,
moving quickly by
to reveal a deep dark stormy blue sky.
Fading in and out
they sweep in returning
blocking out the sun's hot burning.
They taunt and tease soft winded
with hint of rain and its faint scent
but as quick it came and it went.
A winter cold but bereft of snow
passed early bringing spring to March
but spring in April is dreadfully parched.
Everything seems to come to early
from nesting birds to groundhogs burly
and chipmunks chasing squirrels in play.
Nature breathes and abounds
here upon this blessed ground
so I won't complain or offer any disdain.
I am happy to see and endure it all
watching it grow in its own theme
creating the garden of my dreams.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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