Rainy Days
Rainy days. They are such a bore.
I don’t like them anymore.
People say they love the rain.
The sound eaises all their pain.
It is fine at the start.
But, after days, it’s a lark.
The constant pounding of the rain.
It’s enough to drive one insane.
The mud, the muck, the messiness.
The floods, the wrecks, the pettiness.
People mad as a wet hen.
Once wet, the temper wears thin.
We need the rain for flowers to bloom.
Rain helps spring to get here soon.
But, too much rain is not so good.
I would stop it if I could.
Praise the Lord for rainbows.
Once seen, the rain usually goes.
A sign we won’t be destroyed by water.
Sent to us from a loving Father.
Yes, we need rain so we can live.
I hope your house don’t leak like a sieve.
When there’s a drought you’ll pray for rain.
Though right now it may sound lame.
Without rain we are in a hurt.
We would give all for a little squirt.
So take the extra rain with a smile.
Know it will be dry after awhile.
You may be bored while it rains.
But, you’re not sunburned & in pain.
Think positive & do your best.
God will take care of all the rest.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2012)