Spring Rain

[dansalinger]

The rain clouds returned

 

from wherever they hide

 

and the umbrella’s delight as

 

the seasons collide.

 

The ground becomes soft

 

and the dirt turns to mud. Just as the

 

flowers were beginning to bud. The birds

 

and the bees fly off to find cover

 

and the squirrels skedaddle

 

one after the other.

 

The dogs and the cats seem to

 

take it in stride

 

keeping warm, safe and dry

 

lazily lounging inside.

 

The kids mope around

 

caus they can’t play outdoors

 

I tell them: "Go read a book or

 

I’ll find you some chores!"

 

You can’t really blame them

 

when it’s the fault of the sun

 

for showing it’s splendor

 

and then tail and run.

 

It seemed the winter

 

had succumb to the spring

 

but now they are sparring

 

and the sky is the ring.

 

I know that the seasons

 

will come and then go

 

but only one will bring baseball

 

and make the grass grow.

 

I look forward to spring

 

like a sailor to shore

 

when hats, coats and umbrellas

 

--are things we ignore.

[Frank E Gibbard]

Jolly rollicking rhythmic piece with an air of well-being. Frank