Endless Rain

Oh for a day without endless rain

One day, just one, for pity’s sake

The grass is like a horse’s mane

The breeze is of a glistening lake

With laundry waiting for the line.

The sun is seldom seen for this late June

And patiently I bide my time

Amid lush trees and fragrant bloom.

I should not mind the rain pounding on my roof

While I watch from the comfort of my covered porch

Though man’s organizing mind in truth

Could wish it came with much less force;

And I look so for the sun’s healing rays

Though I would wish its heat was less extreme

But we are held to account for nature’s ways

By greed and vanity and selfish schemes.

Raging floods in torrents cause banks to burst

Then cruel drought follows in its stead

Drying wells and causing plants to wilt with thirst

Until the garden lays parched and dead.

I remember when spring was long and green,

Summer days were blissful, filled with laughter’s sound

And autumn crisp and golden and serene

Followed by winter’s predictable snow upon the ground

Each season with its purpose and its mark

Has long worked its magic on this tiny star

But must we now endure the chaos however stark?

Have we missed the chance and gone too far?