The Gardener's Lament

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.