Saturday, August 29, 2009


Rain comes when skies are blue;

It comes when skies are grey.

It may come when it’s expected,

Or spoil a sunny day.

It’s mostly unpredictable.

Outdoor things you wish to do

May have to be postponed,

And inconvenience you.

Garden parties may get wet.

Funerals aren’t exempt.

Parades get poured upon.

A picnic? Best not attempt!

It makes things fresh and green,

And the flowers bloom,

But I’d much prefer it

To my schedule more attune,

As in my bathroom shower,

It’d rain only on demand,

And never, never interfere

With events I’d planned.

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