Rain is never convenient.
It comes  at inopportune times.
It's too bad we can't be more lenient
With something that freshens our lives.


But, rain is never convenient!
It comes in inopportune ways.
Sometimes as a dreary, dank drizzle
That loiters and lingers for days.


Sometimes as a quick, heavy shower
That pounces and drenches, then flees.
Leaving too many wet-henny,
As bothered and bent as wet bees.


Sometimes as a hammering downpour
That washes out highways and roads,
And calls out shrill sirens - and sniffles,
And loud croaking from frogs and from toads.


No, rain is never convenient!
It wrinkles our fingers and toes.
It's always too late or too early,
When we want it to stay, then it goes.


It's always too much or too little,
And rarely is where it should be.
WHY can't it more convenient?
Well - - it never listens to me!





Copyright © 1992 by Gerry Edwards