Rain in Summertime
By Lyn Hagin Meade
Tender petals are beaten off
And I forget to water the greenhouse.
We run out searching under bushes –
For errant animals and precious toys –
Zipping up the tent and banging closed the BBQ,
Forgetting to close the car windows
And the wet seeps in.
Convince myself its not worth spending time
Searching through the winter clothes for bed socks –
I’ll wake up to azure skies and butter yellow sunshine
And the rainstorm will have