You encourage the flowers to grow. But then I have to mow.
Blossoms bring forth fragrances sweet. But wait, bees! I scream, running in defeat.
Summer shower, cool a blistered ground. A popcorn shower, I feel like a rat – drown.
Drops bloop on ponds making happy little fishies. Shoes soaked. Toes are icky and squishy.
Birds sing your praises to heaven high. Tacky hair spray, matted to my scalp, I shall have to pry.
Drip from the tip of a leave ever so gently. Did you have to soak me so densely?
Clover feds rabbits young and fun. I could use a towel. Dry me out sun.
Children love all the puddles. Gray days make me sad. I muddle.
Whistling wind is a peaceful sound. I’ll never find my brellie. I bet its 3 streets down.
The pounding on a tin roof is perfect for sleeping. Thunder scares my dog. Leaves me weeping.
Beautiful lighting streaks across a black sky. I pray this anxiety coat my dog will try.
Sleep is my friend. I need it badly. As long as this thunder is around, I will get none sadly.
The End
When I reviewed this on-line, the layouts wrong. Not sure how to fix it.
In April of this year, the Kentucky Arts Council did a KY writers month. Where every day in April the posted a different writers work. It had to be in video format. The author reading their work and under 2 minutes.
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