I see the storm with wind and slanting rain.
The heavy clouds make me so very sad.
And have caused my heart quite a bout of pain.
I want the sun to shine and make me glad.
Tired of the days and days of rain so harsh,
I yearn for grass, on bare toes, like a lad.
My garden looks and is a soggy marsh.
Three weeks, not one full day of warming sun!
An attempt to mulch or plant: quite a farce.
Managing with water deep is no fun.
I miss the earth: soil beneath my knees.
With chores I struggle and am never done.
I wait and wait and hope to feel and see.
The sunshine bright all day among my trees.