Poem for her 811

Dear Readers,


Rain

The water flowed down the street
A river of sorts with waves
Thunder shook the sky as buckets fell
Each with a drop of water
Filling the sound with light
That made the day stormy
We wondered if it would stop
Raining buckets of flower petals
Knocked from the blooming trees
Pollen wasn't a problem now
Marshy yard and muddy feet might be
We wondered if the rain would ever go
Then the sunshine arrived
Clouds still dark to the east
Out west the sun peeked out
Heating the leaves and flowers
Smelling of buttercups and roses
Now to get out the canoe
And glide down the street
Off to the store for a soda pop

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.