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