We Wait the Rain

There seems to be some rain that’s coming, Joan. The sky is filling wide with gray clouds o’er our mountains’ massive evergreens that moan with new wind’s show that I’ll miss evermore. But I’ll miss sleet and snow yet nevermore. Can’t say our life was lacking certain gain. Yes, Joan, rough cabin’s parcel price did soar. Lot’s frontage lies against the road called Main that leads to village green, but we now wait the rain.