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 andContinue reading “Ode to Rain”