As much as I am complaining
About all this rain
The roses are reaching out
Toward the sun
About to bloom
The daisies are as bright as can be
Oh and the pink on those geraniums
The hottest pink you ever saw
The grass has never been greener
And the fresh air breathed in
After a day of rain
Is heavenly.
Okay rain you win
You’ve more than done your job here
So can you move on down to
Southern California instead?
Connie Webb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-rain-in-northern-california/
