A Summer Shower

The summer sun has gone away
And in its place a sky of grey
Last week we cried out for the rain
Now looking vaguely through the pane
We wish for yesterday again

Tomorrow when the rain has gone
And earth smells sweetly in the sun
We’ll walk around the roses fair
Then smell their perfume in the air
As we recline in garden chair

The lilies lift their head in praise
The iris then their petals raise
The feline antics on the lawn
Make you glad that you were born
Rain forgotten this golden morn

Brenda S. Warhurst

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